Ruins Dust Sans Novels & Stories

This man I’d sacrificed so much for was now standing there, watching me bleed out, unwilling to even spare me a glance. Smiling, I slowly raised a hand to the bullet casing pendant around my neck. With a small tug, the chain snapped. The casing clattered to the ground, bounced once, then rolled into a crack and vanished without a trace.

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck.

Damien. Shirtless. His body was... God, his body was incredible. Tan skin stretched over defined muscle. Abs that looked carved from stone. That V-line that disappeared into low-slung pants. Arms that could probably bench press a car. He was looking at the camera with those intense gray eyes. Hair slightly messy like someone had just run their fingers through it. The hint of a smirk on his lips. Hot didn't even begin to cover it. He looked like sin. Like every fantasy I'd ever had and tried to forget.

The Ruins — Silence After the Storm Silence. For a long, breathless moment, there was nothing else. No alarms. No roaring machines. No screaming metal. Just the sound of settling dust. Elias coughed, vision swimming in and out of focus. He lay on his back among twisted metal and shattered glass, every limb heavy, his head pounding. “Lena…” he croaked. He forced himself to move. His fingers dug into cracked flooring as he dragged himself up, chest burning. The once-sterile laboratory was gone — walls caved in, consoles torn apart, ceiling half-collapsed. Blue scorch marks glowed faintly along every surface.

It carried the smells of damp stone, wild grass, and over it all the sweet‑rot tang of rituals laid and relaid until the ground itself remembered. They’d brought her to a ruin. An old one. Stone half‑sunken into a low hill, walls broken in places, arches open to the bruised sky. Silver runes crawled across the remaining surfaces—some old, some newer and harsher, Tribunal strokes intersecting Lunaris curves in jarring ways. In the center of the ruin, where once there might have been a hall or a courtyard, a dais sat. It's not as massive as Moonfall. It's more like an altar.

​ “I don't need you. I'll fight for myself.” ​ “What’s your plan?” ​ I parted my lips to say something, but words failed me. ​ “I’ll destroy Dave and Aurora. In return, you will submit yourself to me.” Don's eyes burned into mine, waiting for my answer. ​

Or maybe my hands were not entirely steady. “I've never actually…” I trailed off. “I know,” Luka said. “So don't use it unless you absolutely have to. You understand me?” “I nodded.” He pointed toward the foundation of the building where a tiny gate was fixed. “You're going in through there.” I looked at it for a long moment and wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. “That's a fucking garbage sewer,” I said. “Yep.” It looks like a crawlspace. A very small crawlspace.

“You just made yourself his enemy.” After school, Robert drives me back to the mansion and the ache comes out of nowhere that I wonder if mom’s also thinking about me, wherever she is or if she ever regrets leaving. Robert notices my silence. “You okay back there, Miss June?” “Fine.” I lie, staring out the window at the manicured lawns and perfect hedges that line the estate. He gives me a look in the rearview mirror before pulling up to the service entrance. As I take the stairs down to the main floor, intending to slip out to the gardens as I discovered a quiet corner behind the rose bushes where no one could bother me but voices stop me in my tracks.

Ash tried to scream, to throw his sword, but he was too slow. Rhea didn't flinch. She didn't even raise her hands. She simply opened her mouth. The sound that came out wasn't a scream. It wasn't a howl. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, a sound so loud and so alien that it caused the obsidian trees to shatter into dust. It was the roar of a world being unmade. It was the sound of the Ruin.