Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

Author The forest was quiet, like only old ruins can be. It was like the kind of silence where everything holds its breath. Emory could see mist hanging on the broken arches of the long gone fortress. Then climbing the stones like some kind of twisted vines were black roots. Another thing he noticed while on the move, was the red light from the Blood Moon that had found its way through holes in the ceiling, which in turn painted the ruins in a mix of fire and dried blood.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

As we were massacring the witch before us, our warriors were killing and protecting us from Arachnodactyles and Lignictums to prevent their constant attacks and pestering. That helped us to keep our focus on murdering the witch. She was shrieking and writhing in pain whilst under the impact of our simultaneous bludgeoning before she burst away in an explosion of intestines and blood. Just when I thought it was impossible to have a place more saturated with blood. Blood was beneath our feet, in the air, and wherever your eye could see, it splattered and erupted around us. I raised my gaze and saw Ramaleen watching us from the distance with a smirk. Then she just teleported herself further dow

Blood painted the stones and dirt in cruel splatters, pooling in thick, glistening patches that stuck to his shoes as he walked. It became worse the closer he got to the town square. Shattered beams and broken masonry marked where buildings had once stood, now reduced to smoldering ruins. Bodies were no longer intact. Heads, and limbs were scattered everywhere. Brain matter, innards, and blood smeared on the ground and what was left of the buildings. The air was choked with dust, heavy with the coppery stench of blood and the acrid sting of smoke.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

Lightning split the sky overhead, jagged and white, illuminating a land ravaged beyond recognition. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Witches. Vampires. Humans. Even Ancients. I could recognize Xanth. No side spared. Blood soaked into cracked earth, pooling in craters left behind by magic so violent it had torn the land open. Towers lay in ruins, their stones blackened and melted, banners shredded and burning. Fires raged unchecked, casting monstrous shadows that writhed and danced across the devastation. I stumbled forward, heart pounding, my breath coming fast.

the witch replied. She lunged toward Rhea. Rhea didn't have a weapon. She didn't have her mates' strength. But as the witch approached, Rhea felt a surge of cold, dark energy from the blood pact she had just signed. It wasn't the wolf. It wasn't the healer. It was the Ruin. Rhea didn't think. She simply threw her hand out. A blast of silver and black energy erupted from her palm, striking the lead witch square in the chest. The woman was sent flying backward, her body disintegrating into ash before she even hit the ground.

“His father. Yours. Mine. We just get handed the wreckage and told to make sense of it.” “We’re not just handed wreckage,” I said. “We’re handed each other too. That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Whatever this costs us before it’s finished, I don’t think I would have survived getting this close to the truth without you standing in it with me.”

The Heart of the Ruins The morning sun pierced the dense canopy above the ancient ruins, its golden rays filtering through gnarled branches to dapple the forest floor. The adventurers huddled around a small campfire, its feeble flames licking at the damp wood they’d scavenged. The air was heavy with the scent of moss and the metallic tang of blood, a grim reminder of the ambush they’d barely survived the night before. Their victory had come at a cost—exhaustion weighed on their limbs, and wounds marred their bodies, some shallow, others deep enough to warrant concern.

I needed to be quick to break the news to Helena before others did it for me. When I got home, I stopped at the main door, which was closed, and I had to close my eyes. My hands, now clean, gripped the doorknob. I was wearing a white T-shirt and didn’t have time to change. It had bloodstains all over it. I covered my pants in blood. I stamped the tragedy on me. Open the door and enter. The TV was on and Helena already had a worried expression on her face. It startled Natalia when she looked at me. I remember seeing them running towards me without understanding what was happening. — What happened to you, Luke? - Helena ran her hands frantically over my body, as if looking for any injury that