Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

A scream rose to my throat, but I clamped a hand over my mouth. Bodies. So many of them. Ripped apart like rag dolls. Mangled limbs strewn carelessly across the earth like broken branches after a storm. Pools of blood shimmered under streaks of light, and as I stumbled back, I slipped, my boots skidding through wet crimson. God. I swallowed, bile rising in my throat. My breath came in shudders, but I forced my legs to move again. Past the carnage. Past the ruined souls. “Cade…” I whispered hoarsely. “Cade…”

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.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.