Novel & Cerita Writheblood Ruins

“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'

I breath out. “Anything for Darian.” He says. I slowly push myself on my feet, testing my body. I feel no pain or stiffness. No sign that minutes ago, the cuts and bruises I acquired from trying to escape, and from Liam dragging me across the rocky grounds, were there. Darian gestures for me to follow, and I fall into step beside him as we leave. The corridors of Supraveil stretch endlessly. Stone arches curve overhead, carved with ancient symbols that glow faintly like dying stars. The floors beneath our feet are plain black marble, reflecting our movements in distorted ripples.

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.

was I.And the world would soon learn—> You cannot cage the fire.You can only survive it. The wind carried the scent of blood.Old. Stale. Twisted with something not-quite-dead.We’d ridden north through the pass for two days before the trail appeared—burned-out trees, clawed stone, a silence so thick it choked the birds. Whatever had torn through here wasn’t human. Wasn’t even wolf.This was something worse.“They’re not hiding anymore,” I muttered, dismounting as the ridge curved toward a shattered temple. Once, it might’ve been sacred. Now it reeked of rot and power.Behind me, Riven growled low in his throat. “Forgotten House?”“No doubt.” I stepped forward, every sense stretched taut. “This i

Veyra followed with a sick feeling pooling in her stomach, each step a battle against the rising panic. They reached the edge of the ravine, a place Veyra had rarely gone, its jagged rocks kissed by curling mists. Rune pointed to a scorched patch of earth—charred symbols had been drawn into the soil in crimson ink that hadn't yet dried. Not paint. Not wine. Blood. Veyra dropped to her knees, her fingertips hovering over the strange shapes. "This isn't a wolf ritual," she murmured, her voice almost drowned out by the whispering wind.

POV: ARACHNE I feel it before I even see it. The air around Mia shivers, almost like it’s alive, and a pulse of something wild threads through the quiet. My stomach twists, just as my chest tightens. The suppression spell falters, not violently, not like it’s breaking but just enough for me to know something has shifted. Something has changed. “No. No, no, no,” I mutter under my breath, stepping closer to the runes etched into the floor. My fingers hover above the sigils and I can feel the subtle, jagged bleed of energy where it should not be. My heart thumps faster.