The Sacred Ruins Novels & Stories

Of sanctuary found. And in that moment, the professional walls I had built around my heart crumbled into dust. This wasn't a security risk. This wasn't a mission. She was... mine to protect. The thought was a fierce, possessive, and terrifyingly pure wave of instinct that washed away every last bit of my doubt.

The kiss was soft, sweet, full of all the love we had built from pain and betrayal. The sacred ruins sat deep in the forest, far from the pack territories. Marcus, with his scarred face and massive frame, walked beside me in silence. His dark eyes constantly scanned the trees, watching for threats. "You sure about this, Luna?" he asked as we reached the edge of the ancient stone circle. "These ruins have always felt... heavy. Like something old watches from them." "I'm sure," I said, though my heart raced. "Wait here. I won't be long."

Another tremor rolled through the ground, longer, softer, like an inhale. “Sienna,” he said quietly, “don’t move.” “Why?” “Because we’re standing on something that used to be sacred. And it’s waking up.” She swallowed, trying not to show fear. “And your brilliant idea was to bring us here?” “It was either this,” he said dryly, “or let a legion of rebels catch us while you’re exhausted and I’m half-cursed.” “So the haunted ruins were the better option.” “For us? Yes.” A pause.

Holding hands, Dawn and Malachi stood opposite one another. Elder Raymond announced, "We are here today to honor these two as they embark on their path to becoming mates. Mates are sacred, a unique connection bestowed upon us by our revered moon goddess. Our devotion to the Moon goddess will be challenged, and we are expected to accept our destined mates. This is a gift we should treasure always during our time on Earth. Malachi Edwards, do you accept Dawn Black as your lifelong mate, to hold dear and cherish from this moment forward? “I do,” Malachi said.

She had heard of this place, spoken of in whispers, a land where even the bravest dared not tread. The sacred ground was more than just ancient; it was a place locked in time, untouched by civilization, hidden from the eyes of mortals. It had been protected for centuries, guarded by the strongest spells to prevent anyone from accessing the slumbering power within. The trees began to thin, and ahead of her, a clearing opened up, bathed in a faint, ethereal light. Matilda slowed her pace as she stepped into the clearing, her breath catching at the sight before her. In the center of the sacred ground lay a massive stone altar, carved with symbols far older than any she had ever seen.

"Why can't I enter? I own this place! I'm heading in there to look for my wife!" Only then did the security guard give him a scornful look. "She's your wife? Why did the police keep saying that they couldn't contact any of her family, then?" Sean walked around the place while carefully holding the lion sculpture. He seemed afraid of dropping it. He called, "Elisa, where are you?" I looked at the outline on the floor. I'd died in such an ugly position. I'd been lucky not many people had seen me. Sean placed the sculpture on the table. He wiped it, then took it to the bedroom. The sculpture was something my mother had left for me. It had meant a lot to me, so I'd taken it everywhere with me.

But those who coveted it had never returned to tell its truths. Alistair stepped forward, his breath visible in the cold air. The ruins before them were carved into the mountainside, the entrance framed by weathered stone pillars etched with cryptic symbols. “This is it,” Alistair murmured. His dark eyes gleamed with triumph. Edric, the elder of the two, remained cautious. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he eyed the ruins. “We don’t know what lies within.” Alistair scoffed, brushing dust from his tunic. “We did not journey through war-torn lands and cursed valleys just to hesitate at the doorstep of greatness.”

Finally, I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the land, I summon thee! IM -SI-SA!” I take in a breath and pray that my goddess hears me, “Mummu Tiamat Muallidat Gimrisun. Ummu Ubur Patlqat Kalama. Hear Thy Names. Thalatth-Omoroca-Tauthe-Mummu Tiamat

I just… did. “Yes.” He studied me for a moment before nodding. “Lead the way.” We moved swiftly, my heart pounding with each step. The pulse grew stronger, guiding me like an invisible thread. And then, through the dense foliage, I saw it. The ruins. The once-mighty temple had been reduced to crumbling stone and vines, but there was no mistaking what it had once been—a sacred place, now forgotten by time. Luca exhaled. “We’re here.”

Even Kael, who normally found reasons to complain about almost everything, remained unusually quiet. The silence itself seemed oppressive. Every member of the expedition felt it. Every instinct warned them that they were approaching something dangerous. Something awake. Or nearly awake. Late that evening, they reached the first ruins. Unlike the settlements and structures they had encountered elsewhere, these ruins predated every known civilization currently recorded in history. Massive stone pillars rose from the wasteland, many standing hundreds of feet tall despite obvious damage. Strange symbols covered their surfaces. Some glowed faintly beneath the approaching darkness. Orion immediate