Novel & Cerita Ruiner Nergigante

[Kian] “The cameras of the room aren’t working, boss,” Nalini spoke on my earpods. “Of course, they won’t. Ruin is there.” I said, driving to the motel as fast as I could. “R-Ruin? Boss sir… Ruin is here? The dark warlock? In our motel? Should I inform the authorities?” Nalini asked. “No. Just make sure he stays there until I arrive.” “Umm… well… ok, boss.”

We were losing ground, and fast. Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the cave. The ground trembled, and the walls cracked. The Harbinger's eyes flared with anger and desperation. "You will not win!" The cave walls continued to tremble, dust and debris cascading around us. Amid the chaos, a sudden, intense light burst from the relic in my hand, momentarily blinding everyone. The Harbinger’s furious roar echoed in my ears, but I knew we had to retreat and regroup.

If I could, if it were up to me, I would gift her the damn universe. The boys led us out of the office and walked us to the back until we left the house. Xander let us into the basement which was built on the other side of the house, and we climbed down. The stench of blood and ooze was suffocating, and I covered my nose with my hand as we delved deeper. Xander and Verzi didn’t even flinch. I swear these guys were more crazier than I had thought. “It stinks,” Ari whined, and I held her by the hand. We arrived at the leveled ground of the basement, and a tremor tore through me when I took in the sight in front of me.

She started a commotion that I immediately butted in despite my nervousness. I feel like something bad is going to happen. I hope not. That's why I did not let her get close to Cassandra, knowing her situation it is dangerous for her to be approached by this kind of woman. I tried hard to protect her but seems like it's really not enough. Sitting on the edge with blood in her thigh, calling for my name while tears flowing in her face, I felt my body trembled. I can't do anything but to shout. Praying for someone would come and help us. Luckily, Andrei came before she lost her consciousness. No, not the baby, not her baby please.

Only rows of in flowing White dressed warriors with glass spears, the rusty gates the Megacity marched. I lay flat on the belly in the dirt of an old, dried-out sewer, about fifty meters in front of the city gate. The stench of rotten iron hung hard in my nose. Next to me, Silas cheered, his face bleached, his hands tightly around a cloby, hastily joint-welded switch panel clamped. from us, hidden under old, camouflaged plans, our masterpiece lay: The Chaos Disruptor. He consisted of four gigantic warning vessels coupled to a rusty steam boiler and a mountain

“Not you.” Emotion caught hard in my throat. The territory was not just a power. It was identity. Everything Ruin had built after years of war and loss. He was giving it up to keep me, Mila, and the baby alive. The sacrifice was not abstract; it was personal. Gunfire cracked louder through the speaker. Then Axel’s voice broke in. “We do not have much time.” Ruin spoke again, faster now. “Open the hatch. The maintenance ladder runs along the west wall of the shaft. Climb to level six and take the upper vent corridor.”

He pointed behind me. The Giant’s violet eye was no longer in the wall. It was on a long, silver neck that was snaking through the ruins of the tower. It looked like a metal dragon, its mouth open to reveal a core of spinning blades. "The Reset is failing," the giant's voice boomed. "The mother and child must be recycled." I tried to stand, but my legs failed me. I had nothing left. No fire, no smoke, no strength. I held Leo tight and closed my eyes, waiting for the blades to find us.

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

“Careful!” Her hand suddenly shoves me lower. “There are cameras there. Get down.” I flatten myself instantly. Ahead sits a maintenance garage filled with damaged vehicles, scrap metal, old machinery, and maintenance materials protected beneath a large zinc-roofed shelter. The place looks abandoned. Which usually means it's hiding something. I crawl after her on my stomach, keeping my gun steady and my eyes moving. “In here,” she grunts. She disappears beneath a broken truck with four flat tires. I'm about to ask why she's crawling under a vehicle when I notice she's moving a massive metal barrier covering what looks like the mouth of a well.

Her eyes clung to his, her heart aching from the truth she had uncovered, the chaos of everything they’d shared. Lucas shifted uneasily. He knew this look. He had seen Jerald like this before—only this wasn’t Jerald. This was Manorh De Luca. The ghost. The killer. The nightmare in a tailored suit. The one that didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on whoever the good damn was messaging with his person. Anita turned slowly, her shoulder bleeding. “Master,” she whimpered. Jerald didn’t answer with words. He responded with another shot—clean, sharp—straight through her hand. His eyes didn’t waver from Jasmine, not even for a second, as he finally stopped in front of her.