Warlords Ruin Imprisoned Novels & Stories

“Does your family own property connected to Kara’s parents? Somewhere tied to the accident itself?” Jeremy went very still. “The old shipping warehouse. The one my father’s company used before everything with Kara’s father fell apart. It’s been abandoned for years, but she never let anyone sell it. I always assumed it was sentiment. I never once considered it might mean something darker.” “That’s where she’d go,” I said, certainty settling cold and immediate in my chest. “If she wanted somewhere to feel powerful again, somewhere connected to everything she’s spent years protecting.” “I’ll drive,” Xavier said, already moving. “Jeremy, stay here in case she tries to come back or calls.”

“The dragon belongs to me. I’ve been working on the right spells to claim it.” A scoff escapes her. “You?” she says, almost amused. “You think you are Vorth’s rider when you can barely survive second-year mage training without collapsing?” “I am,” he insists, jaw tightening. “I’m the true rider.” Murmurs ripple through the crowd. Then a man steps forward, his voice cold and decisive. “Enough of the interrogation, Professor Imogene. He should be locked in the Carnage until sentencing. Attempting to wake a dragon we’ve put to sleep for more than a year now is treason.”

Every word in here means something to me, please respect that. Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved. — ¶ ¶ — TRIGGER WARNINGS Let me be very clear with you before you turn to another page. This book contains content that some readers may find deeply distressing. I am not writing this warning to scare you away. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is not a soft romance. This is not a love story that plays it safe. Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

I yanked it free with a wet rip. He collapsed without a word, eyes wide. I dropped the heart on the floor and sat back down, blood dripping from my hand. The door burst open minutes later. Astrid screamed. Soldiers flooded in, weapons up. They grabbed me. I didn't fight. The air cracked. The world tore. Loop rebooted. I downed the champagne again. Marched to his room. Waited. Door opened. Lunged. Ripped out his heart. Soldiers came. Arrested me.

I notice him frown at something unknown to me. "You good?" Nate asks. He sighs, and I immediately have a clue what has him needing a distraction. "Yeah. it's just, Raven. She's driving me fucking insane." I almost chuckle at my correct guess. Nate is about to ask Aiden something else but he holds off on his question when we get to another door. We all quiet down when we hear voices from the other side. We were currently raiding one of the supposed hideouts that David Cameron and his other dicklicking, trafficker friends, use to hide girls. According to the bug Roman planted in, Charles Klay's phone, this place is supposed to be guarded by the newest B-20 agent.

“There are no security teams out here. No lawyers. It’s just us.” “You shouldn’t be here. Vanguard was supposed to keep you in Sydney” “The board is a cage. I didn’t build Archangel to win a seat at your mother’s table. I built it because four years ago you threw me out into a thunderstorm and I swore no one would ever hold the key to my life again.” He dropped the pistol into his pocket and stepped onto the first wooden stair. Heat radiated off her even through the freezing rain. “I was blind,” he whispered. “Four years nursing pathetic pride. I thought you sold me out. I thought you ruined the firm.”

He might have hidden it behind layers of aristocratic diplomacy and calm menace, but the thought of being treated the way Kael had been—stripped of his status, reduced to working the soil and living among the lower ranks—was a fate far more terrifying to him than a quick death on the battlefield. "You can't do this," Valerian rasped, his voice tight, cracking slightly around the edges as he choked out the words against the pressure on his chest. "I am an elected Alpha of the northern council! My imprisonment will trigger an immediate mobilization of every regional lord from here to the polar ridges. You will have a total war on your hands!"

Shorru explained, “Yeah, they were imprisoned. According to our records, the defeated races were supposed to be killed. However, the heavens could not bear to let so many living beings perish. Countless races would’ve gone extinct. Thus, the winning side’s powerhouses decided to compromise and imprison the defeated races. “During that battle, many races dispatched all their forces. Although their entire race was imprisoned, they evaded the fate of being wiped out. The Tellures, Silvae and Metalla were amongst the races that had gone all out in the war. “There’s only one place you can obtain the primitive inscriptions of the Tellures, Silvae and Metalla.” James asked, “The place where they ar

"Ensure this room is guarded at all times." So much for not being a prisoner...