Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

Ethan’s P.O.V Blood pooled on the ground, mixing with the ash and dust of the ruins. The night air reeked of burning flesh, agonized screams, and the final gasps of those foolish enough to resist. A pack that once stood proud under Alpha Torrance’s rule. Now reduced to rubble and corpses.

I was already in bed, back turned to his side of the mattress, pretending to be asleep when I heard the door open. I kept my breathing slow. Rian didn’t turn on the light. He walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower turn on. A few minutes later the water stopped. The door opened. He stepped out. I sat up slowly. His hands were wet. His shirt had dark stains on it. Even in the low light I could tell. Blood. My stomach dropped. “What’s that?” I whispered, staring at the red on his hands and shirt. He looked calm. He walked to the sink in the open kitchen area, turned on the tap, and started washing his hands like it was the most normal thing in the world. Red swi

She struggled to crawl as tears welled up in her eyes. "I never thought to end up in this situation crawling in the mud." Sh exclaimed to herself as she crawled closer to her wheelchair. "My God whatever my sin has been, forgive me, I never dreamed of crawling in the mud, but if it was for my daughter I would." she said and she cried non -stop because of her Situation. When she got to her wheelchair, she also had a hard time fixing it because it was upside down and were very dirty. She poured her energy into fixing it but she didn’t fix it.

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

Xavier’s POV Blood had a way of changing the air. It thickened it. Weighted it. Turned every breath into something heavier than it should have been. By the time I stepped out into the open courtyard at the heart of the ruins, the world had already drowned in it. Bodies littered the ground. Rogues. Warriors. Corrupted things that barely resembled what they once were. The ancient stone beneath my claws was slick, stained dark, reflecting the crimson glow of torches that flickered wildly against the walls.

I forced myself to my feet. Pain ripped through my stomach so violently that black spots danced across my vision. The baby. The child was draining me. Every spell felt twice as difficult now. Cassandra rose from the rubble with blood trickling from her mouth. “You should not have done that,” she growled. I ignored the warning. The ground beneath us trembled. Ancient runes hidden inside the old ruins answered my call. Silver symbols erupted across broken pillars and shattered walls. Wind screamed through the clearing. Loose stones lifted from the earth.

I also noticed some blood on his fist and knees as if he did something no human should do. I wanted to go near him but I have no strength at all. My heart was squeezed much more when I saw tears dripping down his cheeks. I roamed to look at Ivann at the corner of my eye and noticed his eyes squinting with bruises all over his face and blood dripping on the corner of his lips. I was fully naked while Ivann was only wearing his undergarment. I sat there, dumbfounded. It feels so unreal. “Believe… me, it’s all a set up,” Ivann said.

Some days he wrote ten thousand words in one sitting. Dr. Patel read chapters as he finished them, making sure he was processing everything healthily. Dante read the final draft and cried. "This is important," Dante said. "People need to read this." The book published two years later. *From Ruin: A Survivor's Story* became a bestseller within weeks. Luca did interviews, book tours, speaking events. He told his story over and over, and each time it got a little easier. The shame lessened. The power shifted.

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

Ruin “What the fuck, Ruin?” I drop the vamps heart to the ground and stomp on it before turning around and facing Blight, who’s wearing a look of disbelief in his face. Looking around at the surrounding carnage that I created, I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, come off it, I thought you liked a little violence,” I say as I roll my eyes. “Yeah, carnage when it’s warranted, not…whatever the fuck this is,” he says, gesturing the the bodies strewn about. “Besides, this was supposed to be a quick pickup. What the hell happened?”