Romans & histoires The Ruins Sinopsis

“He’s not coming back. It’s just you and me. Like it’s always been.” “But he fixed the roof.” Toby pulled back and looked at me with those piercing silver-grey eyes that belonged entirely to his father. “He cried in the mud.” A hot tear slipped over my lash line. The memory of Lachlan on his knees in the ruined garden, shoulders shaking as he touched Toby’s face, was branded into me. Part of me, the foolish romantic part that had died four years ago wanted to believe the tears were real. Wanted to believe the Sovereign of Martin Place had finally seen the monster he became.

It became the desperate need to prove a point. I and Ghost were desperate to prove a point to one another so much that we were willing to burn the world to the ground. Winning was my endgame. Ghost was after all a common messenger and I was the head of La famiglia. The Rodriguez famiglia. A name not to be toyed with. I couldn’t lose. But I fought that battle, spilled so much blood until I became blood sickened. Of course my inability to take a life by my own hands had set me back. My reputation was ruined and once again, it was proven that all I was was just a pretty face and a sharp mind.

Now, the ruins were abandoned, forgotten by the world Pink slabs of stone mixed with grey blocks and black charred beams. A small graveyard visible just to the right hand side where the victims had been buried. Including Reu’s mate. If he had been healed by the Moon Goddess I wonder if she took away the striped scars down his arms, or his constant guilt for surviving. Descending the hill, slinking through the trees we stuck together as we weaved around the wreckage. The black beams towered above us, one wall standing high, where the other had collapsed down, dragging the roof with it. “We need to find somewhere to hide, he’ll be here.”

“Yes, I am done with my meal. Just finish your food, and I’ll find Damon if you don’t mind. “Okay, be careful.” I gave Prof. a grin and then quickly turned my back on her. So, naturally, I looked for Damon around our base camp. I think he should go to an area near our camp. I kept looking for him everywhere but kept my eyes on the Ruins. Its beauty inspires me, and I can see how it will look in my next drawing. The barrier keeps me from seeing what’s on the other side, but I’m curious. I turned around to ensure no one was looking, crossed the fence, and carefully walked inside. As expected, the inside of the Ruins is pitch black. Aside from the cold wind and the strange sounds inside, the in

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 that looks haunted.

Alison’s POV The road to The Silver Moon Pack Ruins was eerily silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as we approached the place where it had all started. The tires crunched over gravel as Kendrick brought the car to a slow stop, the headlights illuminating the desolate landscape ahead. The ruins stood like a graveyard of forgotten souls... burnt structures, shattered stone walls, and remnants of what was once a thriving pack. The air was thick with something ancient and unsettling, a weight pressing down on my chest the moment we stepped out of the car.

"Please, Brandon, this is not a game. The truth is that I got tired of playing the same thing for many years. You know well that it is not the fact of what I feel and what you feel for someone else, it is the fact of knowing that there is nothing more to pursue here. I want a person by my side who looks at me like you looked at Crystal and I didn't want to realize that until it was too late. I'm so sorry Brandon, I'm sorry I didn't do something when I could, before it was too late.” "Tábata, you don't have to tell me anything else. "I failed you, maybe if I had told you one night ago that I wasn't drunk.” "Please, Tábata, stop it, stop it, I don't want to know any more. The past is the past

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.

The city wasn’t merely ruined; it was actively reclaiming itself, nature’s relentless tide eroding the remnants of a once-proud civilization. Their first challenge wasn’t a monstrous guardian or a magical trap, but the sheer density of the ruins. Buildings had collapsed into each other, creating a labyrinthine network of passageways and chambers, each one more perilous than the last. The trackers, their eyes keen and their senses sharp, led the way, navigating the treacherous terrain with practiced ease. Ronan, his mind already racing, began to map their progress, his notes scribbled on scraps of parchment, forming a rudimentary map of their journey through this lost world.

"I don't know anything anymore." "Then let's find out together. Let's bring him in, make him face justice, destroy everything he built. Make him watch as we take it all apart." Dante moved closer. "Make him live with the fact that he lost. That you survived him." Luca's hand was shaking so badly now the gun was wavering. Tears were streaming down his face. "I hate him," Luca said. "I hate him so much." "I know." "He ruined everything." "I know."