The Sacred Ruins Novels & Stories

I turned to the driver and said, "Return to the firm; if I need to go back there later, I'll just call you. I had not stopped moving toward the white temple. and examined it. The only thing visible is the cement of the temple, which is the only thing left standing. I just made my way to the sea's edge by walking along the Rocks. I removed my heels in order to avoid tripping on the rocks. When I sit on a large rock that is slightly elevated, I can view the entire blue sea.

But so was something else—something dark, something watching. She wasn’t alone. ________________________________________ The ruins were older than anything she had ever seen, their walls etched with symbols that pulsed faintly under the moonlight. Eve hesitated before stepping onto the cracked stone, feeling an unsettling energy humming beneath her feet. At the center stood a large, weathered altar, its surface marred with deep grooves and dried bloodstains. A shiver ran down her spine. She traced her fingers over an inscription carved into the altar. The letters, though unfamiliar, sent a jolt through her body, as if awakening something buried deep inside her. Her vision blurred, and sudden

Serenya froze. “There,” she whispered. “It’s calling us.” Before them, shrouded by vines thick as rope, stood the crumbling arch of a forgotten temple. Its stones were etched with sigils that pulsed faintly, like embers refusing to die. Kaelen’s hand went to his blade. “It’s older than the kingdom itself. These ruins belonged to a people who vanished long before we were born. What if they wanted it buried?” “Or what if they wanted it found?” Serenya stepped forward, her palm brushing against the stone. Heat flared under her touch, and the sigils burned brighter. The archway groaned as if waking from centuries of slumber.

While I was having my coffee, he made another call, this time to the cemetery, and he seemed to be quite upset with what he heard on the other end of the line. — What do you mean there's only vacancy for day two? I was worried too, since the second was the All Souls' Day. How ironic of life, Desiree would be buried on the day she considered sacred. There wasn't a holiday for the dead that didn't go to the cemetery to visit those who had already died. I watched my father leave, silently, without explaining anything to me, but it would be better that way. We were too sad and hurt. It would be best to stay away from each other.

"That's the Conti threat I wanted. Keep that edge, Jennifer. You're going to need it." ​The car turned into a massive, heavily guarded compound surrounded by high stone walls topped with razor wire. The Triatmodjo estate was an oppressive display of wealth—it was a complex of traditional Javanese pavilions mixed with modern, brutal concrete structures, surrounded by manicured lawns and armed guards holding machine guns. ​As the car came to a stop, Lucas leaned closer, his scent filling my space once again. He reached out, his large, warm hand settling firmly against the small of my back, right over the emerald silk.

I squint, and notice what looks like the crumbling remains of an immense structure that seems to have been hidden from the rest of the world. “We should go check it out,” I suggest, and Salvatore nods. I’m on high alert as we carefully manoeuvre through the dense trees. Not only are we stepping into sacred ground, but I’m also on high alert. Arion said the relic was heavily guarded, and I have to be ready for anything. As we enter the clearing, I’m amazed at how beautiful the ruins are. Ivy covers the once magnificent walls. Between the vines, there are several intricate carvings poking through, and the images seem to depict some sort of great battle.

"The ruins are believed to hold powerful relics, remnants of ancient civilizations. We need to explore these sites thoroughly but cautiously. There are dangers within—both known and unknown." General O'Malley continued, "You’re not the only team sent to explore these ruins, but you are the only one with the clearance for the deepest chambers. Make no mistake, the dangers in these ruins are real, and only the elite can handle what lies ahead." General O'Malley continued, his tone growing more serious. "We have confirmed that the Ancient Ruins you're exploring belonged to Cyrus West, the right-hand man of Prince Egon himself. This makes the ruins not only a treasure trove of lost relics but al

But that tiny crack in my chest from earlier had widened just a little more. I pushed it down violently. He deserved this. Every second of it. The Queen Surgeon of Ruin still had work to do — and his complete ruin was only just beginning.

Liam said “ Keep him alive to speak.” I ordered “Nothing more, I'm on my way.” I hung up and tucked my phone back into my pocket, the rush finally dulling the pain in my split knuckles. The doctor said Dmitri was stable now but still needed to rest but the security breach at our gates was a loud declaration of war, someone thinks Carmene family was getting soft, this marriage alliance is probably one of the problems. I walked out to the parking garage where James was already waiting beside the car.

Some were familiar, others foreign symbols of protection, of power, of binding. The deeper she moved into the heart of the sanctuary, the heavier the air became. Her magic pulsed beneath her skin like a warning drum. At the center of the ruins stood what had once been a high altar. The stone was cracked down the middle, as though struck by lightning. A circle of blackened soot surrounded it. She knelt beside it, placing her hand against the stone. A faint hum responded a memory locked in time. A scream. Fire. A chant in a dozen voices. A seal burning bright as a crimson moon watched overhead.