Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

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

Violet POV The smell of blood hit me the moment we stepped into the warehouse, but I refused to give Aleksei the satisfaction of seeing me cover my nose. Stepping over a pool of dark drying blood, I caught the sight of the shooter hanging from a pole. He looked like he was only a few hours away from death, if someone didn’t get him to a hospital soon. Gerald lifted his bruised face the moment we walked in , a horrific swollen grin stretching across his split lips “ Oh! You finally brought her, Carmene.” He spat blood on the concrete.

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.

She wanted him to know that she will never leave. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive" Because if she loss him, she will probably stay breathing but not alive at all.

His shoulders were shaking, not from cold. His muscles were moving wrong under his skin. I watched his spine push up in sharp ridges, then settle, like something inside him was trying to get out. His hands were buried in the metal door of his locker. Not holding it. He was using it. His nails, too thick and too dark, were carving four clean gouges down through the steel. The air smelled like blood and something wild. Like wet fur and ozone right before lightning hits water. My inhaler slipped. It hit the tile and clattered.

Because even as she said it— The ground beneath them shifted. A low rumble. Deep. Mechanical. Adrian’s head snapped toward the floor. “Elena—move!” Too late. The concrete beneath them split— Cracking open— Dropping— The ground giving way beneath their feet— And Elena’s scream tore through the air as everything collapsed into darkness below.

Just like that, the internet turned on them. “What kind of messed-up story is this? I’ve never seen such superstitious nonsense from such a wealthy family!” “Clashing fates? What does that even mean?” “They were born one minute apart, and somehow it’s Suzie who’s bad luck for Xavier? Make it make sense!” “I know Suzie. She was in my class. She was a top student, respectful, and hardworking. What’s Xavier done?” “Wasn’t that guy in a hit-and-run? And Mommy and Daddy just used money to sweep it all under the rug?”

Between her thighs, a dull, phantom soreness lingered,a mocking reminder of the years she had opened herself for an Alpha who never wanted her. The plague had worsened in her absence. Black veins of corruption crawled through the once-pristine streams. Trees that had stood for centuries now drooped, their leaves curling into ash. Wolves moved like ghosts through the territory, coughing up blood and shadow-tinged bile. The air itself tasted metallic. She was not allowed near the healing ceremonies.

“Maybe we’ll find someone left alive... or whatever’s left of them.” Rafe caught my wrist before I moved too far ahead. “You’re shaking.” I met his gaze, eyes burning like the fire behind me. “Then let me shake while I find out who did this.” And with that, I crossed into the ruin, because I’d already lost one life here, and this time, I was ready to take it back. The deeper we rode into Varrick’s territory, the worse it got. The ground was a graveyard. Burnt trees, overturned vehicles, and the stench of blood so thick it turned the air metallic.