Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

Bringing her bruised hand upward, she rubbed two fingers on side of her head. Whimpering with each movement, she sat up in fetal position, resting the back of her head against the wall, feeling the world rotating each second. Her eyes watered, seeing visible bruises on her both wrists, testifying how she was cuffed like an animal last night. She lifted her hand to rub the swollen bruise on her forehead only to find the spot damped with ointment. What was the point of this? After destroying her what was he trying to prove? Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination.

"You made this mess, you'll clean it up. You didn't want my control before, did you? Well, now you can handle it on your own. "And after getting another woman pregnant, you've got the nerve to ask me for help?! Fraser Networks isn't the only business under our name!" With that, the car door slammed shut, leaving Julian standing there, stunned. Behind him, Wendy's laptop crashed entirely, the screen going black for good.

Suddenly, the ground started to shake again. The pain in my body spiked, and I couldn’t stop coughing up blood. Feeling the tremors grow stronger, I cried out to them through tears, “Just… go! Don’t worry about me!” However, no matter what I said, not a single person was willing to leave me behind. At last, the rebar behind me was cut in time. They lifted me onto a stretcher and sprinted for the exit. The moment we reached solid ground, the floor behind us gave way.

“We can’t do that Alpha. It’s time the vampires were pulled down from their high altar. We have to act now.” “Not now! We.. we are grieving. Give the pack some time..” she shouted pushing them out of the way. Rue ran... she ran until her lungs were burning and her legs could not move. Somehow her legs took her to the familiar place. The place that was in ruins.... Holding her breath she walked close. The place had become frozen. The water that had flooded from the river had become completely frozen. The ice cracked as she walked on it. “They did not even bother to take their corpses out..... fresh blood still stains the ground yet they lust for more,”

She must have looked up, searching for help that never came. And now she’s just an offering. My jaw tightens, something dark and violent rising in my chest, clawing at my ribs like it wants out. And for what? “Drinking the blood and getting cleansed with it, you’re ready to become a master. You’ll become untouchable and get protected by the brotherhood. Not even the president of this country will ever cross you. In fact, they'll all be under you and your business and interests in general will all be protected as well.” The one standing by the altar says as he lifts the jar.

She was learning the game, and the learning cost something. They read on. Page after page of meticulously catalogued ruin. Some names Kaelan recognized were rivals, allies, men he'd shared drinks with, women he'd danced with at palace functions. All of them living on borrowed time, their secrets written in Rourke's careful hand, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. Then they reached the final section. The handwriting changed here less precisely, almost hurried, as if Rourke had been running out of time or patience. The entries were shorter, more cryptic. And the names...

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.

She wanted to hunt and worst of all , she wanted him. Then I remembered the full moon nights with Kael during my old life. The way he had claimed me under its light, knotting me deep while promising forever. The joy of feeling our child kick inside me beneath that same silver glow. Then the final full moon , the one where everything ended in blood and betrayal on cold marble. I gripped the vanity, claws digging into wood. The grief was still sharp, but it no longer broke me. It fueled me. “Never again,” I whispered fiercely to my reflection. “This moon will not be my end. It will be their beginning of ruin.”

They sensed what lay ahead—the old death, the ancient curse, and the awakening dark. Aria dismounted and pressed her hand against her mount’s snout. “Stay. If we don’t return by dusk, run west. Don’t look back.” The wolf growled low, reluctant, but obeyed. Then the group advanced. --- Eldralen: City of Dust and Bone The ruins revealed themselves slowly, like a corpse rising from its grave. Broken spires jutted from the earth at jagged angles. Stone buildings stood partially collapsed, overgrown with black vines and moss that whispered in the wind. Every surface was etched with time and war.

Josephine yelled as she grapped Violet's hair. “Let go of me, you witch!” Violet yelled, struggling to free herself. In the scuffle, Josephine pushed her. Violet tumbled down the staircase, hitting her stomach as she landed on the floor. Josephine froze, shock registering as she saw Violet lying in a pool of blood, writhing in pain. Panicked and unsure what to do, she ran out the house, never looking back.