Romans & histoires The Edge Of Ruin

All Edward's old friend wants is for him to acknowledge their feelings towards each other. "Well that error from our past, is one of the most dangerous and ruthless errors that WE created! We did that! And now he's back for revenge. It's already worse that we know of him what if it's all of them? Fuck!" Edward paces the length of the room frantically with his back to his friend. "Edward, calm down. I'll fix it." The stranger stands behind him and rests his hands on Edward's shoulders, moving his hands in circular motions trying to ease the tension.

But that took a completely different turn with Edith and everything she revealed about him. ‘I told you, didn’t I, belladonna? You would reach out to me soon. Like I promised, I will wait for you to summon me and trust me, you will. It’s lovely when you resist. But this resistance isn’t long lived,’ I heard Ruin’s voice in my head. It was like the mindlink, only that it wasn’t. It was just some kind of sick connection that was created between us. I stole a glance at Kian, and then instantly looked away. Should I tell him about what happened between Ruin and me after the duel?

Like hell she will. At five thirty in the evening, Edge walked into Bluemoon pack hose which was filled with members already. The alpha of Bluemoon pack, Alpha Fenriz, gave a small speech introducing him to the crowd during which Edge’s gaze swept over the people. When he was sure that Light wasn’t there, his face darkened. Edge realised he had made a mistake by letting her leave by herself. Before letting her leave, he had still believed that she was not bad. But she clearly didn’t hesitate to even lie to him and ignore him blatantly. Seems like he had given her too much trust.

*Fuck. They'd turned the board. Langley tossed a file at my feet. Geneva lab photos spilled across the bloodied rug—rows of glass tanks, each containing a floating figure. Some bore Anna's face. Others...*mine.* "Project Eternity," Rachel purred. "Your father's true masterpiece." She kicked the whimpering director. "Enough of this farce. Where's the child?" The walls vibrated with a low, building growl. Everyone turned.

“You know that as well as I do, and for you to ask such a ridiculous fucking question is actually amusing.” Whatever calm I felt in the beginning is now gone, and I’m on edge, I’m fucking alert, and I’m wanting to do whatever I can to make these memories subside and leave me the fuck alone, and even if Ryu was here for me to use, I wasn’t going to do that. “You’ve said what you need.” I say slowly, clenching and unclenching my fist. “Now, I think it’s time for you to go.” “That’s right,” Ryu chuckles, only adding to my bad mood. “Keep running.”

QUINN I should’ve turned back. It hovered relentlessly and shrewdly about my mind like a stormbird. But it was too late. I was already here — too deep in the forest, too close to the edge of something I couldn’t reverse. The ruin at the edge of the clearing was massive, as though a memory had congealed. Ivy crept over its stones like veins, pulsing with a magic that only dimly remembered me. With a steady pace I advanced, each step slower than the next, my breath leaning neither shallow nor deep. The fire burned blue around me, floating without heat, without smoke—just an odd presence.

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

he snapped, holding it up like it was foreign tech. Wild. Reckless. No sense of boundaries. If I didn’t owe Marc Moretti, I would’ve walked away the moment I saw this trainwreck in silk sheets. But I had a debt—and I needed access. The truth I was chasing sat somewhere in this house, and Renzo Moretti might unknowingly lead me to it. “You’ll regret this, Bram,” he spat. I didn’t blink. Just typed. Ping. He looked down at the screen. Me: I hate noise. Don’t provoke me. I’m not your parent.

Just two furious women who wanted me destroyed. And I I had nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. No more comfortable lies to protect me. Just truth. Harsh. Brutal. Unforgiving. And I finally understood Understood what Elena had been trying to teach me all along. Consequences don't care about intentions. Love doesn't excuse betrayal. And choosing comfort over honor? That always ends in ruin. My ruin. Complete. Total. Deserved. I walked to the elevator. Hit the button. Going down. In every possible way. Down.

“I can’t risk believing you. Not when every time I get close, the ground shatters under me.” He closed his eyes, breathing like he’d been hit. “Then tell me what to do, Sonia. Tell me how to fix this.” The ache in his voice almost undid me. Almost. “You can’t fix it,” I whispered. “Some things don’t get mended. They just… scared.” The quiet that followed was so thick, I thought it might choke me. And then The sound of breaking glass ripped through the room. I spun, my heart leaping to my throat. The window behind me burst inward, shards sparkling in the dim light as masked figures poured in.