Ruins Novels & Stories

There was some equipment laid out on another table at the side of the room as well. The foxman hopped onto a chair and grabbed a stick to point on the map. “The marker here is the approximate location of the ruin, about 240 kilometres to the north from here. Our reconnaissance team has found multiple entrances that appeared to be just a simple door that possibly led to stairs. Judging from the entry points, the ruin is estimated to be a square of 200 metres width. The entrances are each located on top of a hill of sand. Falynx is always circling around the area so if you see it, you will know you’re there.” Fen explained while pointing at the locations he mentioned on the map. Then he put hi

It's isolated, hidden from view, and completely different from the public meeting spot he originally suggested. This is definitely a trap. But I'm already walking toward the ruins, my feet carrying me forward even as my brain screams at me to turn around. The transmitter feels heavy against my collarbone, a reminder that I'm not completely alone in this. The ruins emerge from the darkness like something out of a Gothic novel. Crumbling stone walls rise from overgrown grass, their windows dark and empty. Vines climb the remaining walls, and decades of neglect have turned what was once probably a grand structure into something tha

BELLA The Ruins Forest was eerily silent, the dense canopy above swallowing the moonlight, casting shifting shadows across the decaying remnants of a civilization long lost. The air was thick with damp earth, the scent of moss and rotting wood mingling with something sharper—something unnatural. My breath came in slow, controlled inhales, but my pulse pounded in my ears. The ruins around us felt ancient, almost sentient, as if they had witnessed countless tragedies before this moment. And now, they would witness Layla’s end.

Jade turned pale. "I know Allen and the Walters have wronged you, but please, leave Allen alone, alright?" "What do you mean? We're in the entertainment industry, and we all rely on our own. How am I targeting him? Are you trying to say that all the slander against me is his doing?" Jade was rendered speechless. I sneered, "He ruined my reputation. Do you think I'd let him off easily? If your nude photos were posted online, would you just let it all be? Don't have double standards. If Allen is really the one behind it all, I won't compromise!"

For a moment, he turned his head, scanning the dark edges of the property. Damian could almost swear those cold eyes met his. Then the SUV pulled away, its tires hissing against the wet asphalt, swallowed by the rain and flashing lights. The mansion stood in ruins behind them, the empire’s heart ripped out in one night. Damian spoke into his mic, his voice low. “Good work. Sweep every inch. No one leaves, not even the rats.” “Copy that,” came Cole’s reply. And as the last van rolled away, Damian finally let the binoculars drop to his chest.

The Sanchiano estate was no longer the grand fortress it once had been. What remained were crumbling stone arches, fragments of marble statues, and scorched walls, relics of wars fought both in the open and in shadows. Yet tonight, those ruins had been transformed. Silk drapes flowed across skeletal beams, chandeliers hung on chains, and candles flickered in every crevice, spilling light onto cracked stone as if to say, "even ruins can become sanctuaries of beauty."

An African that Desirée liked a lot because it had been made in the first biscuit workshop she had attended, and threw it on the floor. I could hardly believe what was to come. I watched the African in pieces, with her head ripped off and her arms broken. Likewise, I knelt down, picking up the pieces that were left of her, but what I really wanted was to hold Rebeca's arms and drag her out the door. — One less piece of trash to dispose of – she mocks. — Your life is very unhappy – I said – you need to destroy the memories that remain of Desiree, to feel like someone. You can tear this house down, but you'll never erase Desiree from my father's life.

Yet, I am determined to push forward. With Lumina leading the way, we all descend deeper into the mysterious underwater world, surrounded by a symphony of colorful marine life. As we swim through the ruins, I can't help but marvel at the architectural marvels that lay hidden beneath the ocean's surface. Ancient columns adorned with intricate carvings stand tall, weathered by time and the relentless currents. The ruins seem to hold a secret, an untold story waiting to be unraveled. As we venture deeper into the heart of the ruins, a sense of unease settles over me. Shadows dance upon the walls, app

But there was a strange energy in the air, one that made Elena’s skin prickle. “This is it,” Marcus said. “These ruins are old—older than anything we’ve seen before. And if the symbol we found is connected to this place, we may be on the edge of uncovering something huge.” Elena felt a shiver run down her spine, but she steeled herself. They had to keep going. There was no turning back now. They entered the ruins, their footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The walls were covered in the same strange symbols as the one they had found earlier. It felt as if the ruins themselves were alive, pulsing w

“Neither have we.” She met his eyes briefly, finding comfort in the quiet steadiness there. “You think the Archive still exists?” “It has to,” he said. “Everything we’ve done leads to that one place.” --- By midday the ruins began to change. Black symbols had been painted on broken walls—spirals, circles, and something that looked disturbingly like eyes. Some were still wet, glistening in the filtered light. Kira crouched to study one. “Fresh. Someone’s marking territory.”