The Sacred Ruins Novels & Stories

pointed out Winsome Widow. "I don't think some millennia-old ancient rubble is enough to have these people wade through thousands of miles of mortal danger to come here..." murmured Chu Xun, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Then he said, "Although it could be it—if the ruins hide something that they seek." News about the discovery of the ancient ruins had been blazing through Haiqing City for nearly two months, and the chatter had not yet subsided. Strangely, the ancient ruins appeared only during the middle of every month. Whenever it materialized, the entire necropolis would emit a bright radiance so great that one would think the entire mountaintop was glowing.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.

Her father had broken her with a single sentence, tossed off in a moment of panic, no forethought in it at all. Luca had broken her methodically, deliberately, exactly the way he did everything else, and there was something almost unbearable about the difference between those two kinds of ruin, one careless, one intentional, without either of them offering her anything resembling comfort in return. She fell asleep eventually, still searching anyway, and found nothing there to comfort her at all.

Crash! ​The impenetrable walls of the sacred labyrinth imploned with a cataclysmic roar, sending an astronomical cloud of dust billowing into the upper atmosphere. The sacred, undefeated underground labyrinth that had stood for millennia was systematically leveled to the ground, reduced to absolute rubble in the blink of an eye. ​As the thick clouds of debris slowly began to settle, they revealed me standing perfectly erect in the center of the devastation.

The dawn broke like a pale promise, casting weak light over the shattered landscape that stretched before them. The Ruins of Eldara, a sprawling city once the heart of an ancient kingdom, lay hidden beneath layers of ash and forgotten memories. Its towering spires and crumbled walls, swallowed by time and neglect, rose like ghostly sentinels, watching over the land like silent witnesses.

The Cradle of Ruin The last sealed city was not on any map. Because it was not above the earth—but beneath it. Kael stood at the edge of the ravine, staring down into the narrow chasm that yawned like a wound across the landscape. Wind howled up from the depths like a warning. According to the scrolls, this was the mouth of Kareth—a city buried by the gods themselves after the fall of the First Era. No one alive had ever seen it. Most mages believed it was a myth.

The Trial of Shadows had begun. A coliseum of ruin had formed around the Sacred Glade, conjured by the Elders and bound in bone-forged glyphs. Its walls were built from shattered monuments, flickering with cursed flame. High Elder Cathros stood at the apex, robes drenched in ink-black sigils, eyes hollow with a darkness that devoured the light.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

The parchment crackled, and dust stirred in the corners of the ancient forge. “This map is over two hundred years old. Scorched in places, incomplete in others—but it shows the boundary between the known and the forgotten.” He pointed to the western edge, where a vast, blackened region was marked only by a symbol—three spirals carved into one another. “It’s called the Ruin of Whispers. According to the old texts, it was a sacred ground once. Until it wasn’t.” Luca stepped forward. “We were told that place was cursed. No life, no return.”