Gloom Novels & Stories

He said standing on his feet while another huge smoke Emanated out from his Cigar and filled the air "Another Creature was Here, two to be precise and the other seems to be helping out the other!" Mr Glamora said within gnashed teeths Hambora who kneeled at a 90 degree Angle squinted his eyes as he studied the non Existing Footprints on the ground, a Scowl on his face

49: Sinn - No Good Deed Sinneous I swear it should be raining. Dreary. Gloomy. Ominous—for the way the atmosphere just shifted. There I was, finally able to enjoy drowning myself in the first decent cup of swill this backwoods spit of hell has had to offer, and bam. Wonder Twins fucking activate. More like triplets, but still. You get the idea.

“I’d call that a loss in any book. Just die quietly so we can go home.” Grimlow shook his head feebly. “I’m dying... yeah. But my work... my work is already out there. It’s alive and it’s growing.” I knelt down, grabbing the collar of his blood-stained shirt. “What are you talking about? What work?” He smiled with his teeth stained red. “The city... the world... it’s going to fall apart. Sooner than you think. And when the sky turns dark and the machines stop... you’re going to have me to thank for it. It's already started... the virus... the code...”

Three days had passed since the sky above Gloomwater Bay burned with the divine light of the Eclipse, and for the first time in over a decade, true peace settled over the sharp obsidian peaks of the northern continent. The howling gale that usually whipped across the battlements had softened into a gentle, crisp mountain breeze, carrying with it the scent of fresh pine, melted snow, and the sweet, ozone warmth of the stabilized subterranean forge.

the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad. He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.

Grace smirked, wiping a bead of sweat from her hairline. "Yeah sis, you're seriously waaay too grumpy at 5:00 am" Pollux added. She rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I'm getting my stuff." As she went upstairs to grab her bag, her mind wandered back to the golden-haired boy waiting for them right now across the street. She places a hand on her chest and lets out a sigh. 'What was that? That's never happened before. It's like my organs all collectively decided to jump and scare the living hell out of me. Sh*t, Am I having heart problems?”

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

"12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—" ~MY BOY, I REALLY MISS YOU~ "Fuck!! I swear to god..." Creed bit his own lips to keep himself conscious. "I will burn down this forest one day if you don't stop that shit..." Creed was struggling for some unknown reason. He wanted to look back, but he knew he must never do that. Creed had already read about the Necrosis Forest in Glitch Forum, so he knew what was going on with him. Necrosis Forest was one of the most notorious places in the Glitch. The atmosphere inside the Forest was very creepy.

“No. I do not need it anymore.” My emotionless reply surprised her, but she soon laughed in a sharp, mocking tone. “Joseph, did you fall off the cliff and break your head? Looks like you learned a few tricks these past few days. Have you decided to give up?” A dull sadness spread through me, and I let out a small, self‑mocking laugh. My mother was dead. She no longer needed Jaime’s drug, and Jaime could no longer threaten me. Jaime noticed my silence and softened her tone. “It is only medication. I will give it to you. Wait for me to come home tonight.”

​The sky over Neo-Tokyo was no longer grey. It was a bruised, electric purple, the atmosphere still vibrating from the "God-Slayer" impact and the simultaneous collapse of the Directorate’s orbital stabilizers. ​In the Gutter, the silence was absolute, save for the rhythmic crunch-crunch-crunch of boots on white ash. The "Spire-Dust" had settled over everything, turning the rusted slums into a ghost-landscape of ivory and silver. But as the sun climbed higher, the ash began to glow. Small, golden shoots of the "Black Bloom" were already punching through the debris, their leaves black as obsidian, their veins pulsing with a steady, independent light.