Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

Stagnant water that had accumulated a myriad of insects was still in the bowls and pitchers. Ian was of a height and build that would be considered a little above average. He guessed the house builder to be a bit smaller than he was, since he filled the doorways of the small rooms when standing in them. “Did midgets live in this place? I feel a might claustrophobic.” “You won’t be staying in here, will you, boss?” “In the beginning,” Ian said as he stretched his arms out to see if he could stand in the middle of the small room and touch the walls. He couldn’t.

Sh*t why is this tracker glowing! What am I gonna do? I'm doomed.

here I come'. It was Saturday and a good day to start your day with a gym house. She got into the house and scanned the room for Quinn but couldn't get a sight of him. Walking up to the lady she saw him standing with yesterday 'Excuse me' Karen slightly tapped on the lady's shoulder from the back . 'Uhm, please where is Quinn?' she quickly asked without waiting for the lady to fully turn her back to face her. 'Quinn is right over there' she pointed to a corner

We looked ahead and saw the biggest gorbloyd. "Shit." At once they said Von and Van. Gorbloyds are like dogs but their tail is the tail of a whale and their eyes are like the eyes of owls. My eyes widened at the same time as the gorbloyds ran towards us so I was very close and hugged Fin praying that time would stop and the gorbloyds would stop. I heard gorbloyds approaching us when suddenly the whole area became silent. Am I dead? "What's going on?" I opened my eyes and slowly looked behind Fin. My eyes widened when I saw a small ma gorbloyd stuck in the air and gaping. I remained holding Fin and blinked my eyes.

We stood there staring at the house while my dark princess said something in I do not what language to make all those damn poisonous plants go dormant. None of the guys wanted to go near the damn place and I could not blame them. I was not thrilled about walking up to the door. We watched as the plants withered down to nothing. You would still feel the power floating in the air to keep the property safe. “Okay you all you big bad wolves are safe now.” Aerian giggled.

[That man's POV] Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.

POV DARLENE The One-Hundred-and-Second Layer of Entropy was not a place of water, but of Viscous Memory. As the liquid elevator of the South-Abyss surged upward, the dark emerald pressure of the seabed didn't just dissipate; it crystallized into a massive, spiraling Tower of Drowned Glass. We stood within a cathedral of translucent amber and frozen salt, where the walls were not made of stone, but of the Hush that follows a catastrophic loss. This was the Gate of the Sunken Mate, the anatomical vault where the High Council of the West had hidden the "Original Grief"—the woman the First Alpha had loved before the Zero Cycle was ever drafted into the Loom.

The ruins of the Moon Shadow Manor did not look like stone anymore. They looked like a scab. A thick, undulating membrane of violet-black ichor had grown over the wreckage, pulsing with a slow, nauseating rhythm. As the combined armies of the Silver Pack and the Iron Ridge crested the final hill, the horses whinnied in terror, and the wolves let out low, mournful whimpers. The air here was dead—no oxygen, only the stinging scent of sulfur and ancient, rotting memories.

Fuck. My eyelids are swollen, heavy, and I can’t open them properly. Whether it’s the bruising or the darkness, I don’t know. There’s no light in the dungeon itself, no flame, no bulb. Only a thin, watery strip that seeps through the small window at the top of the main door, spilling onto the floor near the entrance like a mocking imitation of day. The rest of the room is shadow and damp, and the air tastes of mould and old blood.

"It's a death trap. Feral ghouls—junkies who went crazy from drinking unfiltered Sump water—roam those ruins. And if it's a Ministry access point, it'll have automated internal defenses." "A dungeon," Leo smiled grimly, flexing his armored hands. "Finally, something I know how to handle." "We hit the plant," Ren declared, standing up straight. "We secure the access node. We plant explosives on the Umbilical. But we don't blow it yet." Maya looked up from the medical supplies, her brow furrowed. "Why not? If it blinds them, why wait?"