Writheblood Ruins Novels & Stories

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…”

I angrily wiped the bitter tears before shrugging out of my coat and revealing my arm, “Draw mine and everyone’s in here. Please, save her.” I desperately begged as I tried to hand him my arm, but he apologetically shook his head before pursing his lips. “Your blood cannot save her. Instead, yours will just kill her. The patient has the rarest blood called the Rhnull blood. Unlike everyone’s blood, her’ blood has no antigens, and that only is the reason why we cannot use your blood. We have contacted the nearest hospitals to see if they have it in-store. Let’s all pray for the miracle.” He said nodding and taking off. Were we going to wait in here, just sitting while her life was slowly chip

The library looked like a storm had hit it, but an organized one. Maps all over the table, old notes stacked in corners, Kaelen's scrolls unrolled and held down at the edges with whatever was close, a candlestick, a boot, someone's coffee cup that I was pretty sure was Torin's. Kaelen stood in the middle of it all, pulling down books with this focused energy, like he actually found all this mess calming as long as he made it. "What we know," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was reading. "The ruins are falling apart faster than last time. The corruption spreads underground, through water, through dirt. The residue reacts to Drakenheart blood." He paused. "That's important."

“Horrifying is an understatement. Their cruelty is boundless. They have no regard for life, only the pursuit of strength and dominance. During Prince Egon’s reign, they were already a significant power in the shadows, feared but untouchable. But their true infamy began when they discovered a set of ancient ruins. The ruins contained doors that would only open if the required amount of blood was offered. Rather than hesitating, He ordered the massacre of an entire city, slaughtering thousands to collect enough blood. Men, women, children—it didn’t matter to them. Their cruelty knew no bounds.” Maria shuddered involuntarily. The thought of such wanton destruction turned her stomach. Quintan’s

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.

Blood stained his entire body, but he didn’t seem to care. Lilith stood beside him. They looked almost perfect together. I looked away. “Lani” I looked at Mabel, who was standing at the entrance with wide, horrified eyes. "What..." A scream tore through the air as a woman stumbled into the courtyard carrying a child in her arms. Sera. Isabel wailed as she clutched the small girl in her arms. Blood was soaking through her dress, and her small face was deathly pale. “No,” I whispered, my stomach dropping.

Chapter Seventy-Six Irene’s POV Zane shoved the small vial into my hand at dawn. “Blood rite from the rival witch. Cut him during a weak moment. It’ll drag fragments of the real Devon back up. Make it count.” I hid it in my sleeve and walked into the hall like I still had a spine.

He's not my-" " I don't care what he is to you". Lucas snapped, scanning the perimeter for any movement. "To me he is a liability". The side door was an inch open, hanging off a broken hinge. Inside , a single flickering bulb hanged from the ceiling , casting low , distorted shadows. In the centre of the room, tied to a wooden chair ... Jax. He looked weak, tired,pathetic . His lip had a slit, his white tshirt was stained with a mixture of blood and grease. His eyes held soomething i had never seen before 'Terror'

Liam is already busy attacking the creatures, same as other witches. Lightning cracks from his hands before I even register the movement. It tears through the air with a violent snap, striking a null-born mid-phase and forcing it solid. The creature convulses, its body locking in place for a fraction of a second before Darian slams into it, claws ripping through its chest. It doesn’t bleed like we do. It dissolves. Like ash caught in a storm.

A shriek—guttural, wild, and metallic on bone—ricocheted through the trees. The Ruins erupted out, savage purpose trailing behind them on their grotesque mangled bodies as they leapt toward the party, talons swirling. Serena’s heart was pounding so loud in her ears, but she stood rooted to the ground while Kaelen and the rest unleashed everything they had against them. The effects were immediate and brutal; the sulfur sweetness of blood and soil pervaded the air.