Ruiner Nergigante Novels & Stories

she shouted once she saw him knock another tall Reaper back into the trees, freeing him up. Without answering, Cutter turned and shot a concentrated beam of blue light directly at Nat. In order to fend him off, Nat had to release Ru. The second his black energy disengaged from her hands, Ru pulled her own light back in and began to approach the portal. Around her, gusts of wind whirled, vines sprang up, and the ground continued to shake. The sounds of engaged mortal enemies desecrated the silence of the forest, but Ru didn’t give pause to assess the situation as she quickly moved into position. Cutter would hold Nat off as long as he could, but she would only have a few minutes before he wou

RENZO POV The silence was starting to feel personal. Three days. That’s how long it had been since I woke up in this stupid safehouse, suffocating hell of a mansion, with Bram Hale shadowing my every step like a grim reaper who’d traded his heart and mouth for a fit body.. The man was a robot. Stoic. Controlled. Unshakable. He didn’t talk. Didn’t smile. Barely blinked. He just watched—always watched. Like he was studying me for weaknesses.

"She seems to be livestreaming too!" someone shouted. The scene instantly descended into chaos. With a grim expression, I opened the livestream and saw a face that was emaciated, consumed by madness. It was Abigail. "Get Connor here!" she screamed at the camera. "If I don't see him within ten minutes, I'll kill myself at the headquarters of Foster Group!" Suddenly, my phone was taken from my hand by Grace. She gently smoothed the crease between my brows and said, "Don't worry. Let me take care of something this trivial."

I slid into the back seat with graceful confidence, legs crossing smoothly, skirt riding up just enough to tease. The drive through the bustling city felt like crossing into enemy territory. Flashbacks tried to surface again, but I pushed them down with iron will. This was no longer about mourning. This was war. Blackthorn Tower rose before me like a dark obelisk piercing the sky , obsidian glass and steel, a monument to power and dominance. The underground garage was pristine, filled with luxury vehicles. Security scanned me thoroughly at the private executive entrance, their eyes glazing slightly under the influence of my controlled aura.

I muttered and my head was suddenly filled with images from what remained of my pack when I returned to see the damage two weeks after the fact. The pack house was nothing more than ruins on the floor and I could see the bodies of those who were trapped when it happened. Ordinary houses had been turned to rubble with the bodies of families who had been massacred outside their homes. The smell of rotting flesh and decaying blood filled my senses.

I don't care if he's as big as fucking Goliath, I've killed fuckers that were much bigger and tougher than him. After he takes Nova inside I wait to see if any other men would come out of the hangar but no one does. Don't tell me this fuckers only brought this monstrosity because he is built like a fucking armored tank? I move closer to the hangar and walk inside. I don't bother checking who the driver is, Nate and Roman can handle that when they get here. I see the Goliath-looking dude take Nova and place her on the chair before walking off into the plane. I run up to her, placing her hand on my face I'm stunned when I feel how cold she is. Her lips are quivering and there's a huge gash on

Outside the bunker, the world turned into a nightmare of sound. Nevan stood on the gantry above the launch pad. The first shard slammed into the concrete fifty meters away, unfurling into a spindly, multi-limbed creature made of shifting geometry. It didn't have a face; it had a cluster of sensors that pulsed with a golden light. Nevan didn't wait. He lunged.