Ruins Novelas e Histórias

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

As Adrian and Zector entered the Far North region, they encountered a mesmerizing sight: icebergs of various sizes floated across the sea, accompanied by unpredictable flickering auroras in the sky. Adrian marveled at the scene before him. "I wonder where exactly the ruins Quintin mentioned are located." Zector considered for a moment. "I believe he was talking about the Ruins of Origin." "The Ruins of Origin?" "Yes. It's at the northernmost part of the Far North—a place rumored to be in perpetual night. There's said to be a massive spatial rift there, an ancient forbidden site. However, it's shro

Raisa and Helie said together, Raisa continuing lightly, "We will get there when we get there, sweet." "She's right," said Helie, sniffing one last time as she reached resoluteness. "Right now, we have to focus on finding—" I pointed ahead. "That?!" Raisa leaned forward and breathed, "Oh, my Goddess." A kingdom of ruins. That was the only thing I could think of to describe what was looming ahead of us, because that's exactly what it was. Like Dust and Nedra and Niburgh all combined, rows and rows of adobe and sand and wood buildings in four tiers, it was a wonder of architecture and mystery, a study of grim wonder of who would destroy what could have easily be

I turned to the driver and said, "Return to the firm; if I need to go back there later, I'll just call you. I had not stopped moving toward the white temple. and examined it. The only thing visible is the cement of the temple, which is the only thing left standing. I just made my way to the sea's edge by walking along the Rocks. I removed my heels in order to avoid tripping on the rocks. When I sit on a large rock that is slightly elevated, I can view the entire blue sea.

The luminous air here vibrated differently—slow, viscous, like water under moonlight. “We’re close,” she said. The emissary nodded. “Very.” The fog parted, and the Ruined Mirrors appeared. The ruins were enormous. Shattered stone pillars rose like broken teeth from the ground. Silver pools reflected images that weren’t correct—mountains moved, shadows walked, and stars reversed. Crystal shards floated in the air, rotating slowly like pieces of a broken constellation. The ground itself glowed with faint runes—old, ancient, and cracked. Kade gulped. “This place feels… wrong.”

His mind must be playing tricks on him again. He should have trusted his instincts because the wind took him to an ancient looking ruins. This was the way out? He must have been overthinking that it would be this easy to get out. The wind was gone leaving him at the entrance of the ruins. Trying his luck, he decided to enter the ruins. The collapsed building was of a huge castle. It's entrance had vines and broken chunks of stones scattered around. It looked as though there was a huge battle here. Sword marks and cuts made from axes were left on parts of the ruins.

The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror. Three hours in, with that animalistic scream, the energy shield around the ritual circle finally shattered.

We emerged into a **ruined plaza**. Concrete slabs cracked and upended. A dry fountain squatted in the center, its statue shattered, pieces scattered like bones. Surrounding buildings loomed, their windows dark, some blown out. A few holo‑ads still sputtered on walls, casting sickly light over the rubble. We weren’t alone. Figures moved around the fountain and among the upturned slabs—half a dozen, maybe more. Not drones. Not vampires. Raiders.

The ruins stretched endlessly across the horizon. They weren’t just remnants of stone — they were bones of a forgotten age, an ancient carcass left to rot beneath a sky that no longer remembered color. Shattered marble columns rose from the mist like the ribs of some colossal beast, their fractured edges slick with moss, their crowns still smoldering faintly with the memory of divine fire. Between them lay slabs of obsidian carved with runes so old they bled light from their cracks, whispering to the silence that had taken their place.