Warlords Ruin Solo Guide Novels & Stories

Her voice on paper. The combat details made his heart stop. She'd nearly died. Nearly lost the baby. Fought Marcus to a draw. Pride and terror mixed in his chest. The alliance news was good. The rogue plan was risky. He wrote back immediately. *The rogue plan is smart but dangerous. Make sure Stefan picks experienced warriors. Ones who've fought dirty before. Rogues don't follow rules. Don't honor combat protocols. They'll ambush. Trap. Use every advantage. Prepare for that. I'm proud of you. Scared for you. But mostly proud. Three weeks and I'm home. I love you.*

He knelt in the wet sand, a tiny wooden spade in hand, dark brows drawn into a tight, focused line that made my chest ache. "A trade route, Tobes?" "If the water comes in from this side, it washes the castle out," he said, not looking up. "But if I dig the channel through the rocks here" a sandy finger pointed at a cluster of black basalt "the wave loses its power before it hits the gate. Like a buffer." I stared at him. Other four-year-olds built lopsided mounds and ate handfuls of sand. Toby was running a risk-mitigation strategy with pebbles and tide pools.

He assured me. “Get as many wounded out as you can.” I say as I run past the site of wreckage and continue towards the border. As I get closer, I can hear the sound of growls and fighting. I can smell the stink of rogues mixed with the smell of warm iron. Diving through the tree line I launched at the first rogue that same into view, snapping his neck. I let out a howl that sounded like thunder, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. Moments later, another set of howls followed as I looked to see the wolves of my two brothers standing by my side.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

“I’m so sorry, we have to get back at him for this. You have to go back to digging dirt on him. He did everything possible to make sure that you did not continue writing about him. That means that there’s something he really wants to keep hidden. There is some information out there that can ruin that man. We just have to find it and we will get our revenge.” I shook my head. “I don’t think I want to do that. Besides, Carrie Rylland may come after me if I do that. I’m tired of that family, and I’ll only find peace if I forget all about them. I’m going to focus on my work now. My career will never leave me.” “It’s okay. Let’s go out tonight. Maybe you’ll feel better with some alcohol and music

Author’s note: Ruined(Eternal Monarch) contains details of the following subjects: Abuse, loss, trauma, suicide. Recovery from trauma and emotional relapse. If you are easily triggered by any of the following mentioned subjects. Do not read ahead for your mental health. Throughout the novel, there are a lot of strong languages. If you are not comfortable with all the foregoing, please do not enter. This is not a novel for the faint of heart. There are numerous triggers in the book.

Hawk sounded worried. “You better figure it out. He’s always watching and any he considers weak, he’ll bid you destroy.” “What if I go?” Hawk countered. He’s thinking about in truth. Magus hadn’t been lying. I was faintly surprised. *** “You will.” Warlord reassured. “But it has to be at the right time. And cannot be linked to me. Remember I’m the one that will remain here and receive the blame for your escape.” “I know.” Hawk said.

There was no saving him now. I sighed. "I warned you before. If you had listened and taken him to the hospital for early intervention, the risk could have been greatly reduced. Or I could have operated to remove the damaged nerves." I glanced at my scarred hands and shook my head. "But now, it's too late." My hands were destroyed, and I could no longer perform such delicate surgeries. Celine swayed and fainted. Jenny clutched me tightly. She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?"

It was a way to divert all my anger into something more physical. I felt a vibration in my pants pocket and I pulled out my phone, the last name I wanted to see flashing on the screen. Dad. I turned off my phone and put it back into my pocket. “I need a smoke,” I said to Rowan, heading towards the exit to the underground fighting building for some fresh air. I felt him following behind me even without looking back. Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice.

“Find a safe place to dispose it. I hate my seeds spilling in the trash.” A safe place to discard a used condom?! Black erodes my vision. I bellow, nails digging into my palms. Arden’s lips purse. Waiting for me to say something, anything. Snatching the strip, I spin and run. One day, Arden. One day. You’ll pay for everything. For taking what’s mine. But you won’t live to suffer it. I swear.