Ruins Novels & Stories

The air grew colder, the soil beneath our boots turning to hard, cracked earth. By the time we crossed into the Borderlands proper, the sun was low, bleeding orange light across the horizon. The land here was barren, stripped of life, as if something had drained it dry centuries ago. Kael halted at a ridge, scanning the jagged valley below. “The ruins are there,” he said, nodding toward a scatter of stone half-buried in shadow. I followed his gaze and frowned. The ruins looked like the bones of some massive creature—arches and pillars jutting from the ground at odd angles, broken walls still etched with faint, unfamiliar symbols

Jason followed him and glanced back once with an apologetic smile while the cold girl named Alyssa stared at Noah for a bit before taking her leave too. Noah, on the other hand, frowned. He didn't know what the man was talking about. To his knowledge, Ruins were sort of like inheritance grounds where a high level Battlesoul master once lived while they were alive. The things found could be weapons, Elixirs, resources or battle techniques. He didn't think that his three-day absence would cost him some valuable intel.

I shot back. Silence stretched between us. Rain fell harder now. Finally, she sighed softly. “Okay,” she said. “Then we find another way.” I nodded once. “Good.” We reached the ruins. Up close, I could see they were not buildings. They were bones. Stone shaped like rib cages. Arches like spinal columns. Fossil remains of something too big to imagine alive. Melissa stared up at them. “This place is older than the gate.” “Great,” I muttered. “Love that for us.”

Suddenly, the ground started to shake again. The pain in my body spiked, and I couldn’t stop coughing up blood. Feeling the tremors grow stronger, I cried out to them through tears, “Just… go! Don’t worry about me!” However, no matter what I said, not a single person was willing to leave me behind. At last, the rebar behind me was cut in time. They lifted me onto a stretcher and sprinted for the exit. The moment we reached solid ground, the floor behind us gave way.

The ruins of Echo’s heart spread around them like the skeletal remains of a dead cathedral. Walls of black glass jutted upward like the ribs of some long-buried beast, cracked and glittering in the broken light of storm clouds overhead. The air reeked of ozone and scorched metal, the silence beneath it broken only by the slow groan of fallen beams, the faint hiss of dying wires sparking in the dust.

Her plush slippers were gone from the entryway, and the blanket she used to curl up with on the sofa had been folded into a perfect square, as if it had never been used. A deep frown creased Vittorio’s forehead. He hurried up the stairs and threw open the bedroom door, only to be met with a devastating emptiness. The wardrobe was entirely bare. Her skincare products had vanished from the vanity, and even the dog-eared book she used to read frequently was missing from the nightstand. The entire room was spotless as if she had never existed here at all. Following closely behind, the assistant asked cautiously, “Mr. Vittorio…where is Sylvia?”

Luca looked over briefly then, his expression softening immediately in that dangerous way it kept doing around her lately. “Not tonight.” The quiet sincerity in his voice stole every sarcastic reply directly out of her mouth. Sienna looked back out the window quickly before her heart embarrassed her further. The road eventually narrowed into a winding coastal drive lined with tall cypress trees and secluded stone walls hidden beneath climbing ivy. Fewer buildings appeared the farther they drove until Monaco’s glittering skyline became nothing more than a faint glow behind them. And then the gates appeared. “Oh my God.”

I slid into the back seat with graceful confidence, legs crossing smoothly, skirt riding up just enough to tease. The drive through the bustling city felt like crossing into enemy territory. Flashbacks tried to surface again, but I pushed them down with iron will. This was no longer about mourning. This was war. Blackthorn Tower rose before me like a dark obelisk piercing the sky , obsidian glass and steel, a monument to power and dominance. The underground garage was pristine, filled with luxury vehicles. Security scanned me thoroughly at the private executive entrance, their eyes glazing slightly under the influence of my controlled aura.

The upper floors, when she reached them, told their own story, shattered glass along one entire wing of windows, furniture overturned, the particular acrid smell of gunpowder still hanging thick in the air despite the house's careful ventilation. Staff moved through the wreckage with the same grim, practiced efficiency Elena remembered from the last attack, and she found herself searching the chaos for a familiar face, needing, more than she wanted to examine too closely, some confirmation that the two men whose safety had occupied her entire twenty minutes in that reinforced room were both still standing. She found Elias first, near the east wing, directing a small cluster of men toward the

Violet POV “ Stupid irish brut” I hissed walking to the closet to pick up my clothes for the night. “ I’m going to pay you back for humiliating me and making your stupid guards touch my skin, you arrogant, stupid, toxic dumb head” I screamed at the empty room, throwing a hanger across the room. 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.