Gloom Novels & Stories

she murmured, her voice a whisper against the fading echoes of the storm. As the tumult of emotions gradually subsided, leaving behind only the gentle patter of rain on the windows, Aqua felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. The weight of her grief and turmoil lingered like a heavy cloak, but she knew that sleep offered a respite, a temporary escape from the storm raging within her. With hesitant steps, Aqua made her way to her room, the soft glow of her pendant guiding her through the dimly lit hallway.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Creed felt disgusted just from the glimpse of their hideous appearance. The horde moved with no sense of direction or purpose. They kept crushing and stomping over one another mercilessly. The ground was swarming with mud, blood, and organs. Not only that, but some of them are also devouring and gorging on each other's flesh. An indiscriminate chaos was bubbling among the horde. "Argh! Crap… " Creed muttered with a disgusted squint, "Ghouls!! so many of them…"

I felt it the way you feel a held note resolve. The White-Glow is walking again, unhurried, drinking the trail of my own frequency off the walls I bled it onto fighting up the spine, and it is closing the distance at the only speed it ever uses. The speed of a thing that has never needed to run. And I am aware, above all of it, of the thing happening under my own ribs, because that is what has dropped me this time. Not the burn. Not the corridor's metabolic cliff. Something colder, and worse.

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

The air crackled with tension as the Gaia clan faced the dark figure emerging from the rubble of the shattered God Giant Statue. The first light of dawn cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, highlighting the destruction and chaos that surrounded them. The dark figure's eyes glowed with malevolent intent, its presence exuding a sense of dread that sent shivers down the spines of the clan members.

he shouted with all his strength, shaking like grim death but still venting his anger mixed with horror. Reive turned slowly towards him. There was no emotion on his face. Only a stone mask with eyes flashing. Along with this movement, the cloak of Dark swept around him like the wings of a huge dragon. It opened its maw and made a loud sound – a maddening roar. It was the necromancer’s cry of anger. However, Glein didn’t hear a sound. Only the two zombies flinched, starting back as if from death itself. At this moment, Zomzom finally remembered the name that was on the tip of his alien tongue. He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthi