Ruins Dust Sans Novels & Stories

The wind that wove through the crumbling archways carried the scent of damp ash and something metallic, sharp enough to sting her nose. They moved as one, careful but quick, their footfalls muffled by centuries of dust and debris. The ruins were a maze—columns snapped in half, doorways leading to collapsed chambers, staircases ending in sheer drops. Seraphine’s mind flicked between memories of this place from the vision-threads and the reality before her now. It was wrong in subtle ways, as if the land itself had been twisted. A hollow boom echoed in the distance. Riven halted, tilting his head. “Not thunder,” he muttered.

And there had to be a clue here somewhere. “Shit,” I breathed, inching closer to the wreckage. Magic fizzed and spat in the air, sparks of purple and gold hissing at the sky. Stones of onyx lay shattered on the ground, large rocks and tiny, glittering shards staring up at me pleadingly. “Marla wasn’t exaggerating when she said obliterated,” said Davin, toeing a stone thoughtfully. He hadn’t changed it since the ball, and the sleek black dress shoe looked wrong against the mess of the portal.

It’s a warped reflection, a battlefield riddled with the dead. For a sickening moment, I wonder if this is a vision of the future. Is that what Altinna becomes because of me? I rise slowly, every joint aching as if I’ve been asleep for a hundred years. My feet crunch over shattered bone and rusted steel. A broken banner flutters weakly from a jagged post. The scent of decay hangs thick in the air. There is no barrier here. No shimmer of protection. No hum of magic. Only silence. Only ruin.

The dawn broke like a pale promise, casting weak light over the shattered landscape that stretched before them. The Ruins of Eldara, a sprawling city once the heart of an ancient kingdom, lay hidden beneath layers of ash and forgotten memories. Its towering spires and crumbled walls, swallowed by time and neglect, rose like ghostly sentinels, watching over the land like silent witnesses.

She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?" Jenny was crying. She refused to believe my words. Galen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. "Sabrina, you hate me, don't you?" I met his gaze calmly. "I hate you. I hate your betrayal. I hate that you destroyed my ability to save lives. But Galen, I am not someone who would let personal feelings override human life. I cannot cure your illness." His shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the doorframe. Then, he slowly walked away. However, he didn't go far before his body collapsed to the floo

"Crawl." He didn't need to say more. She knew what he wanted. Shaking, she crawled the few feet toward him, the mud soaking through the knees of her pants, every inch a movement of pure degradation. She reached his boots, her hand trembling as she pulled the cold, familiar diamond ring from her finger. She held it up to him. He plucked it from her fingers as if taking a piece of trash. Then, with a grunt of disgust, he shoved his hand against her shoulder, pushing her face-first into the dirt.

I grabbed the glass of water from his table and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the sound slicing through the air. “You want loneliness?” I shouted. “Then live with it because from today, I’m gone…you will never hear my name again.” He stood frozen, guilt painted all over his face, but I didn’t care anymore. I turned to leave, but before I opened the door, I paused and looked back at him. “You destroyed something you’ll never find again,” I said. “And when you realize that, it’ll be too late.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The temple is ruins in the truest sense. Not picturesque ruins, not the kind that look like they are resting. These are the ruins of something that was destroyed deliberately and thoroughly, the walls taken down to their foundations in most places, the roof entirely gone, the interior open to the sky and filled with the Silverfen's encroaching growth. Moss covers most of the stone. Certain plants that Araya does not recognize have taken hold in the cracks, their root systems working patiently through the mortar over what appears to have been a very long time. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped dead, I have never looked this horrific, my hair was a mess and clothes were ruined stained with whatever disgusting filth on that warehouse floor. Ewwwwww I ran to the bathroom, desperately needing a cold shower to take this out of my system, when my hand traced my lips, ughhhhhh, now I also need to scrub every trace of him on my lips. It took me twenty minutes but I feel much more human now, my hands lightly touch my head and I could feel the bruise that would appear if I don’t place some ice on it, wrapping a towel I quickly changed into a simple silk dress and I opened the door just to hit a solid wall of muscle “ what the fuck? Move out m

I breath out. “Anything for Darian.” He says. I slowly push myself on my feet, testing my body. I feel no pain or stiffness. No sign that minutes ago, the cuts and bruises I acquired from trying to escape, and from Liam dragging me across the rocky grounds, were there. Darian gestures for me to follow, and I fall into step beside him as we leave. The corridors of Supraveil stretch endlessly. Stone arches curve overhead, carved with ancient symbols that glow faintly like dying stars. The floors beneath our feet are plain black marble, reflecting our movements in distorted ripples.