Ruined Novels & Stories

"Why? And more importantly, how do we get out?" "The distortion is likely a symptom of the ruin's decay," he explained, his eyes, lit by my magic, scanning our surroundings. "But I don't believe this is one of your 'activated' ruins. Those are sealed, usually marked by statues standing sentinel. This place feels open, broken... porous. The creatures weren't guardians; they simply wandered in." He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor ahead. "Watch your step." The ground was a treacherous mess of rubble and shattered stones. I tried to lift my leg over a large chunk of rock, but my whole body felt weighted with lead. I swayed, a wave of dizziness washing over me.

ELENA POV As we reached the mine, we heard the sound of our footsteps crunching over debris. The entrance, once solid, was a mess of broken beams and cracked stone. Dust clung to the air, making it hard to breathe. The walls were scarred with deep gouges running along the sides where the rock had given way. Fallen boulders blocked paths that had once been clear, and twisted metal tracks lay scattered, torn from their place. Abandoned carts, tipped over and spilling their contents, dotted the ground. The place felt hollow and lifeless, as if all the energy had been sucked away, leaving only the remnants of chaos.

The letter lay crumpled between them. The broken promise felt more visceral than ever. And the house remained silent. Waiting. Grieving. Unraveling.

Raul’s strained voice echoed relentlessly. His painful wincing had me jerking off the ground with wide eyes. Fuck. A huge piece of the collapsed wall had crashed onto his leg. "Jesus, Raul." A pained grunt escaped me as I forced myself up. "Look at that, Ginevra, it seems they figured out your game play." Raul chuckled, a loud grunt erupting in the back of his throat. "They're assholes, Raul, but now is not the time to talk about that." I choked.

The cacophony of collapsing infrastructure and the anguished cries of those caught in the maelstrom mingled in a haunting chorus of devastation. The once formidable base was reduced to a scene of chaos and ruin. The steel corridors were twisted and mangled, strewn with debris and the remnants of shattered equipment. The reinforced concrete chambers lay in tatters, their once impenetrable fortifications reduced to a heap of rubble and twisted metal. Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the remnants of the once formidable stronghold.

Another fucking disaster. The Floral shirt I wore was already torn in several places. It was a mess. My shorts were still in one piece but the sand had found its way to some very awkward places. I'd bet half my life there was sand in my ass. I dusted the sand on my short blonde hair on impulse. There was sand everywhere. The sand wasn't the most annoying part. My phone was in my pocket and bringing it out revealed a nasty break across the screen. It was dead. I tossed it angrily at the open sea aiming for nothing in particular. The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves.

VERNERO POV I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. 6 words. That’s all it took for everything inside of me to crumble into nothingness. I felt it when all the energy infested inside of me fled, leaving me nothing but a ghost, a shell of what I used to be. Just by hearing those 6 unfortunate, becursed words from the deepest pits of heck. I opened my mouth to reply to the doctor, and ask them how, why did it happen? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? But nothing came out of my mouth, so I closed it. Because words couldn’t climb past the big lump in my throat.

She was in critical condition. Witnesses said Vincent had looked completely deranged, screaming over and over. "It's all your fault! You ruined everything! Grace! Without you, Fiona would still be mine!" In the footage, Vincent was being pinned down by the police, wearing that same black suit, tattered and dirty, but unmistakable. He had once scorned that suit, and after Julian had thrown it away, he went back and picked it up. Even as he was dragged off, he kept twisting toward Grace's fallen body, repeating the same hateful words again and again.

"I have nothing from my past that can make it smell safe. Nothing to make me feel safe." She finally broke, curling in on herself, the full weight of her desolate past crashing down on her. She had nothing. She was nothing but a collection of bad memories. Zaide didn't move. He just watched her, his harsh face a mask of stone. He wasn't looking at her with pity, but with a strange, dark intensity, as if her broken words resonated with something deep inside of him. Zaide watched her, his expression unreadable, as her heartbroken sobs filled the quiet room. He didn't move to touch her, didn't offer empty words of comfort. He just let her cry, a silent, steady presence until her grief had exhau

she asked. Her mother turned slowly, eyes tired, face drawn. “The company… we lost it,” she said quietly. “Your father’s business is bankrupt, Deli. Everything is gone. We’ve already sold three of the properties. The house will be next.” Delilah stood frozen. “What… how?” she whispered. “Please, go to your room,” her mother said gently as more men in suits came through the door, this time heading toward her father with contracts and files. Kaela backed away slowly. Everything was falling apart.