Ruins Dust Sans Novels & Stories

Alison’s POV The road to The Silver Moon Pack Ruins was eerily silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as we approached the place where it had all started. The tires crunched over gravel as Kendrick brought the car to a slow stop, the headlights illuminating the desolate landscape ahead. The ruins stood like a graveyard of forgotten souls... burnt structures, shattered stone walls, and remnants of what was once a thriving pack. The air was thick with something ancient and unsettling, a weight pressing down on my chest the moment we stepped out of the car.

I dream of the day when I will see you again and be able to walk by your side, in peace… But the front door creaking open interrupted me. I had barely noticed, but the day outside was over and the black sky with light blue tones revealed itself quickly. Gomez was back. — How it was? – I dropped the notebook aside, getting up quickly in the middle of the empty apartment. — It looks a lot worse than I thought.– He scratched his head, a worried expression on his face. — What did you discover? – I fussed. — Can’t find out much in less than twenty-four hours, Luke – he said, dropping his bag on the dusty floor – there’s a Sandro behind you.

The ruins of the Black Throne Hall stood as a stark testament to all that had been lost—and all that had been reclaimed. Rubble crunched beneath Serena’s boots as she walked forward, the once-glorious obsidian pillars now cracked and crumbled, half-eaten by flames and magic. A bitter wind howled through the broken arches above, carrying the scent of scorched stone and blood. And there, at the base of the shattered dais, knelt Varyn.

I muttered the words under my breath as I touched my face with a hand. It'd been over seven years since I was involved in that fire accident, however the burn had scarred my face. I tilted my face to the side to get a better look at the scar. It made my skin appear like a crumpled piece of paper. I'd tried to hide the scar by wearing a make-up, but it was still visible as though I did nothing. “Argh!” I yelled, and smashed the mirror on the tiled floor. It shattered. I leaned my back against the wall and buried my face in my palms as I began to sob. Before long, my mother stormed into my room.

“But no more. You give me what I need to seal it—and you don’t touch me again.” The hush shivered, pleased. “A bargain, then.” The air curled around me, greedy and delicate, lips invisible against my skin. “Exhale.” My lungs burned. Against every instinct, I let the breath go. Cold flooded me, a shiver racing down my spine as it drank. My voice broke into a sob, stolen out of me, leaving me gasping. The hush moaned low in satisfaction. “Seasoned with ruin indeed. Very well. Trace the crack with salt and blood, bind it shut for now. But know this—fractures spread. And next time, little mortal, I will not be so easily fed.”

Protected. Stone ruins stood at its center—ancient, worn, but still standing. Vines curled around the structures, and faint markings etched into the stone pulsed with barely visible energy. Rowan blinked. “…okay, that’s new.” Ember looked around. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s safe,” Darius said. “For now,” Storm added. Rose stepped forward slowly. Drawn. The moment her foot crossed the edge of the clearing— The air shifted. A pulse of energy rippled outward from the ruins.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

I widened my eyes in surprised. “Argh! I almost forgot!” I irritatingly mumbled while rubbing my eyes. I put down the telephone on my bed as I got up and stretched my body. She’s innocent yet bitchy at the same time. I showered at the washroom and immediately fixed myself on the mirror. I only applied a light make up on my face followed by brushing my hair gently. When I was now done, I smiled at my own reflection. I am wearing a sleeveless top and a pencil skirt pairing with my three inches black stilettos.

Jennifers POV The sunight streaming through my bedroom windows felt like a personal insult. I had'nt slept all night scrubing the warehouse scent off my skin (one thing about me is I value my scent over everything ) whislt staring at the red silk dress crumpled in the corner of my room. It looked like discarded skin.

My angel in human form. Onto him, I clung and cried for long minutes. Into the ground, I clawed as I crawled to the dead body of one of the intruders, stripping him of his shirt. Theresa fucking Mattia. “Why. . .why. . .why. . .why!” I had chanted—my lips moved against one another as I continued to mumble words that were incoherent even to my own self. I mumbled until Raul lifted me off the dead body of my Cyrus. “Take it with a strong heart, feisty. We lose some, we win some. It’s the game.”