Gloom Novelas e Histórias

emoji. I used to comfort myself by saying that she was the CEO of her company and had to be extremely busy, so she wasn't replying to my messages because she was earning money. Only now did I understand that she just didn't have the time to respond to my messages specifically. Even the medical report showing that I couldn't produce viable sperm was fake, something she fabricated because she didn't want to have children with me. I didn't know when I started crying, but tears now blurred my vision.

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.

A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart. The moment it was exposed, the Gloom intensified. The air grew heavier, colder. I heard a sharp intake of breath from one of the warriors, a muttered curse from another. A wave of irrational irritation washed over me-a sudden, sharp anger at the clumsy sound of digging, at the moon for its pale light, at Adrien for his grim silence. It's the Gloom, I thought, clinging to the knowledge like a lifeline. It's not real. It's the poison.

enjoyable and their wildlife flourishes. The people there match their planet even better than we match ours. They all have deep brown skin and dark green eyes. They like to surround themselves with nature. They like quiet and solitude. They typically have small families and are rather shy when conversing with someone outside of their immediate family. There are five of them competing. The planet Makskin has the harshest environment. The air there is hard to breathe at times and the rain that falls there can burn. But they have built domes that encapsulate their cities, so their people live in an environment that is controlled now. The Makskin people are all different shades of burgundy. The

“Let’s get one thing straight—I know damn well the only reason some of you even tolerate me is because you want me to finish what you couldn’t: destroy the Royal City. You want a war. You want blood. But I’m telling you now, that’s not the war knocking at our door.” A low murmur rolled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Alpha Oscar of Hillspark narrowed his gaze. “Then what kind of enemy are we talking about?” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling the gravity of what I was about to say. “They call themselves Grimhowl. I don’t know what the fuck that means—but they’re no ordinary wolves.” I paused, watching confusion crawl across their faces. “They… lacked souls.” “L

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

“Unstable link between Host: Dream Hart and Subject: Gloss.” “Attempting to stabilize through synchronized neural pulse.” A surge of electricity shot through the cables. My body jerked, my breath catching. A wave of light exploded from the console, throwing us both backward. I hit the wall, hard, gasping. The air shimmered with static, lines of glowing data spiraling around Gloss’s body like threads of light knitting through his veins. He was glowing, not metaphorically, but literally. Every breath pulsed with blue illumination, as if the system’s heartbeat had synced with his own.

That did not add up. Could it be...? Holly's thoughts raced. She coughed lightly, her gaze softening with a hint of sympathy. If it was an issue with... that. No big deal, Yoel was kind to her. As husband and wife, they should be understanding towards each other. Yoel seemed to catch on to Holly's train of thought. He clenched his jaw. With a quiet sigh, he removed his glasses and quickly pulled Holly into a warm embrace. Yoel's eyes, dark and deep beneath his glasses, were the kind that could captivate even in the dark. The teardrop mole just below his right eye added a mysterious charm to his otherwise refined and serious face.

Back upstairs in my room, I took a shower, and I felt useless, helpless, broken, and alone. In the blink of an eye, I had lost both Gunnar and Kari. I wasn’t sure which one hurt more, I loved them both, and now they were both gone.

Everything went dark. ******