The Sacred Ruins Novels & Stories

"No. No! This can't be happening to me!" Lucas yelled, his voice filled with panic. Although he had been the CEO, that didn't change the fact that he had looted from the company. If they dug deeper, they would find out. And if they found out, they would seize all his assets. Right on cue, the car halted in front of his mansion. He stormed out of the car, ignoring the greetings from the household staff. "I'm ruined. Damn it, Violet! I'll make you pay," Lucas swore under his breath as he marched toward Josephine's personal room.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

“And if any of them try to hide what they saw, I will pry it from their bones.” It took an hour to reach the ruins. The carriage pulled up to a field of smoke and smoldering stone. Devastation clung to the air like blood. The temple—once a pristine white monument to a forgotten god—was now nothing more than a black crater, surrounded by burned earth and cracked stone pillars. Gold idol fragments lay in pieces, melted into the dirt. The only thing untouched was the center of the floor. Isadora stepped over a corpse as she approached. The glyphs came into view—carved deep, bleeding shadows into the ground.

By the time they reached the ruins at the edge of the vale, Mia’s body ached as though she’d fought battles she couldn’t remember. The ruins were unlike the temple or the sanctuaries they had visited before. These stones weren’t sacred—they were broken. Blackened walls jutted from the ground at violent angles, as if the entire structure had been ripped apart from within. Ash clung to every surface, despite the rain that had passed two nights earlier. “This is where it happened,” the Seer said, voice grave. “The rewriting. The moment history split.” Mia stepped forward, her boots crunching on brittle shards of obsidian. “It feels… wrong.”

Consequences were meaningless to him ,satisfaction was his only compass. And the law? He laughed at it. In his world, the law didn't command him , it feared him. Judges, police chiefs, politicians ,they all bowed when he spoke. Riven didn't obey power; he was power. He carried his darkness with pride, and yet , God help anyone who looked into his eyes too long. Because behind that calm, unreadable stare lay a storm. A man born of ruin and betrayal. Once, long ago, he'd believed in love. Believed in something pure. But the woman he trusted ,the one he gave his heart, mind, and soul to ,shattered him without remorse.

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

He said softly, "What did you find?" I made sure I had their whole attention by letting the stillness last for another pulse. "A ruin," I murmured at last. buried down below the pool of orbs, older than what we have on file. It wasn't put there by mistake; it was protected by the sorcery you refer to as sacred. Shock reverberated throughout the room. One senior, who appeared to be going crazy from the knowledge I was giving them, murmured something under his breath. "You're lying," someone growled.

They were in the middle and the chapel prefect started another range of prayers. “God of heaven!! Unto whom the Spirits of the righteous are made perfect, you gave us the order to raise altars unto you in this citadel; come Oh King!! Come and unveil, expose the satanic vessels you promised to make known their assignments in this citadel, Come!! Come!! Come!!! Jesus Come!!”.

Mike spoke up, his voice low but commanding. Dorian met his gaze, unflinching. “What you’re facing isn’t just some rogue force of nature. The shadow isn’t just a creature—it’s a manifestation of something much older, something tied to the very foundation of this world. The ruins you’ve found are not just a place; they are a key.” I felt a chill crawl down my spine. The ruins were more than just a forgotten temple or ancient site; they were a gateway. “A key to what?” I asked, my words barely above a whisper, knowing the answer might be worse than anything I could imagine.

The man who now stood at the altar of her ruined life. Their eyes locked. The silence screamed louder than any words. What was this? A second chance? Or a deal with the devil?