Through The Looking Glass Ruins Novels & Stories

Jason followed him and glanced back once with an apologetic smile while the cold girl named Alyssa stared at Noah for a bit before taking her leave too. Noah, on the other hand, frowned. He didn't know what the man was talking about. To his knowledge, Ruins were sort of like inheritance grounds where a high level Battlesoul master once lived while they were alive. The things found could be weapons, Elixirs, resources or battle techniques. He didn't think that his three-day absence would cost him some valuable intel.

Clementine Mira: I climb up and over the sand dune. When I reach the top, I hold my hand over my eyes and scan the surrounding area. "Finally," I say. After many miles through the freezing cold desert, I finally see the ruined temple the Headmaster told us about. Nothing more than a white dot at first, I move closer to the temple and start to see pillars and arches. "Wow," I say as I step onto a large, cracked, sand-covered platform. With sandy white pillars guiding me as I walk through the ruins, it doesn't take me long to find the game pieces sitting on little supports. The second I see them, I run up to them.

The other side of the chasm was reflected on the little piece of glass and she saw what she thought was weird for a second. There was nothing on the other side of the chasm. The floor heaved and she clutched the walls and squinted harder, scrutinising the empty space. When she looked directly, The Seeker was right there, a wicked smile on her lips as she took in the ongoing destruction. She looked into the broken glass again, at the empty space where the Seeker should be standing and she confirmed that there was nobody there at all. It was an illusion.

A clamour of murmurs that seemed to come from the stones themselves were carried by the wind as it howled over the barren landscape of the old ruins. Zara and Kael stood together, staring at the throbbing ball of light that hung in the middle of the room. It was the Nexus, the relic they had been searching for so long, the secret to solving the puzzles of their entwined fates.

The corpses on the floor were in such a disfigured state that even those who had lived with trolls all their lives in rotten swamps would vomit. It all looked like a man was shot out of a cannon, and the other two seemed to be passed through a spaghetti machine. I put my hand over my mouth. — I think this is my limit...— I bent down and took out a magnifying glass.— Look! Have you ever seen such a thing?— I picked up a piece of glass rubbish, similar to resin, a piece of glass. — I do not know, I do not think I have seen this...—Hayden held out a finger.

I clenched my fists, my teeth bared, and stepped into the ruins. The ruins glowed faintly beneath the moonlight, the broken symbols etched across the stones burning brighter the closer I came. The air was sharp, almost cutting against my skin, and the sound of the river crashing below shook the ground as if warning me away. My claws flexed at my sides, my chest heavy with the weight of the bond that pulsed faint and uneven, and I kept my eyes fixed on the glow at the center of the ruins where the mirror stone waited. Marcus lingered at the edge of the clearing, his face pale, his voice shaking. “Do not step closer. Once the stone awakens it will not let you leave. You cannot fight what comes

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

A few moments later, he emerged, his face ashen. "Prepare purification crystals and sealing runes! Now!" Thomas yelled at his assistants. "And get every senior healer here! Immediately!" My heart hammered in my chest—not with fear, but with a dark, thrilling anticipation. "Elder, what happened?" Martha asked, her voice tight with anxiety. Thomas looked at us gravely. "A dark corruption has set into the Alpha's legs. It's spreading to his wolf's bloodline. If we can't contain it…" He didn’t have to finish the sentence. We all knew what it meant.

The green fog was rolling out of the temple foundations like a tidal wave and the smell of copper was so strong that it made my nose bleed instantly, but I looked at the dark entrance to the sub-level and I knew that the man who started this was waiting for us in the dark. The first heavy thud of a pressure valve opening echoed through the valley of the ruins and the green light pulsed with a blinding intensity.