The Ruins Sinopsis Novels & Stories

L"Come to the ruins with me. By myself." I was aware that it was careless to slip away while Kieran was still in shock and doubting everything. However, I needed to confront Draven for some reason. For sending such a prideful message. I really had to hear the truth straight from his mouth. The skeletal remnants of something once mighty were visible in the ruins, which were made of tangled vines and broken stone. Through the cavernous archways, the wind howled, telling mysteries of a bygone era. Afterward, I sensed him.

She walked beside Kael, feeling the tension radiate from his every step. “How do we root this out?” she asked. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “But if I find the one who opened that gate for Riven…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. ⸻ They reached the ruins by midnight. The air was colder here. Still. Dead. Blackened stones jutted from the earth like jagged teeth. And scrawled across the ruins in thick, sticky runes was a message—written in Hollowed blood.

“Your condition’s too serious. Only Director Nelson has the skills to minimize the damage. I’m going to beg him right now. Wait for me!” He left, leaving me sitting alone in the wreckage. I’d never imagined my grave would end up being a pile of ruins. My vision was starting to blur when a flash of white suddenly rushed in, followed by two of the rescue team members Derrick had chewed out earlier. It was my intern, Mike Levine. “Gwen! Stay with me! Don’t fall asleep! I’m here to get you out!” Then Derrick walked back in. He let out a mocking laugh. “What’s this? Couldn’t keep your lies straight, so you called someone in to save you? Then you’ll lie in a hospital bed for a few days and fake a

“Careful!” Her hand suddenly shoves me lower. “There are cameras there. Get down.” I flatten myself instantly. Ahead sits a maintenance garage filled with damaged vehicles, scrap metal, old machinery, and maintenance materials protected beneath a large zinc-roofed shelter. The place looks abandoned. Which usually means it's hiding something. I crawl after her on my stomach, keeping my gun steady and my eyes moving. “In here,” she grunts. She disappears beneath a broken truck with four flat tires. I'm about to ask why she's crawling under a vehicle when I notice she's moving a massive metal barrier covering what looks like the mouth of a well.

The events of earlier in the day came rushing back too. Marti said nothing throughout the entire ride. She only stole glances and would occasionally pat my hands. I tried offering her a small smile when we parked outside the dorm. Keira rummaged her purse for her key. She found it quickly and clicked open the door. As we pushed it open, the sight that lay before us dropped our jaws. Marti stepped in before I did. I followed closely behind, the door shut behind us. Our room lay in ruins. Rummaged through and ransacked. All our clothes were thrown out the wardrobe, and one of it’s door was hanging off a hinge. Almost every box lay upturned. No corner of the room was unscoured.

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎

"You’re going to steal it?" "Steal it? No, that’s too risky," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I’m going to ruin it. My friend is going to accidentally spill a chemical compound on it, something that looks like water at first, but once it dries, it rots the fabric. By the time she puts it on, it will literally fall apart in her hands." Clara giggled, a high, thin sound. "That’s brilliant. She’ll walk into the ballroom looking like a moth-eaten rug."

is exactly what I need. Mira sighs. "Get some rest. We'll discuss security in the morning." She leaves Kael standing alone in the courtyard. I wait until she's gone before I move. My study is three floors up in the west tower. The windows overlook the forest where Shadowpine begins. Where the Moonfall Ruins hide among ancient trees and forgotten paths. I've been researching those ruins for eight months. The texts I recovered from the Council's oldest archives paint a very different picture than the official histories. The Moonfall Ruins aren't a place of blessing. They're a graveyard.

She was never his wife , just his family's cover-up. When Elena Marsh discovers her six-year marriage was a lie, she doesn't cry. She takes back her father's empire and walks straight into a new war: an arranged marriage to Damian Cole, the man her ex-family owes a blood debt to. He wants her ruined. She wants him ruined first. But the more he tries to break her, the more he falls and the more she realizes the crown she's chasing might be sitting right beside his throne.

A tilted building with a sagging porch, a shop with part of its roof fallen in and a stable barely standing near the cliffs. And in the center sits a worn-out bar, its windows dusty, its sun-faded walls cracked and falling apart. A crooked sign swings above the door, creaking in the lazy wind. Most of the letters have long since worn away, but I can still make out the word. The Ruins. I am here, but where are they? I move carefully, senses sharp and instincts coiled tight beneath my skin. The town feels abandoned. But I know better than to trust appearances.