Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

it had become a cold monument to corporate greed. Tonight, the lights in the lobby didn’t pulse with Blackwood security codes. They glowed with the warm, steady amber of the Vermon-Sovereign Fund. I leaned against the glass railing, the city of our nightmares stretched out below us like a carpet of diamonds. From this height, the Aethelgard Estate was just a dark, scarred patch of land on the horizon—a grave for a monster. The Gilded Grove was a flickering dot in the distance, its power neutralized by the lawsuits and the sunlight we had brought to its darkest corners.

“Moonbloom petals. They only grow in the ancient grove beneath the gardens. The Nexus won’t activate fully without them.” Kael nodded. “Then we hunt.” Into the Dark They emerged into an underground cavern system lit only by faint bioluminescent fungi and the blood moon’s light filtering through cracks in the ceiling. The “Night Hunt” had begun. The grove was beautiful once — a sacred place where witches performed rituals under the full moon. Now it was a hunting ground. Twisted vines with thorns like fangs covered the ground. In the center grew a single cluster of Moonbloom flowers, glowing soft silver.

As Damien floated through the air, there was an explosion-like sound that made the ground tremble in two different directions. He flashed a smile. It seemed the two giant golems that had just become his shadow army collection were having fun at the moment. Boooommmmm!~ ... Boooommmmm!~ ... Boooommmmm!~ ... Damien focused his mind on the nineteen high-class vampires who were guarding outside the mansion. "[... Your task of cleaning the mansion has ended. Join the others, help them slaughter all the ghouls ...]" Damien instructed that the nineteen top-level vampires who were the shadow troops began to help other shadow troops to kill all the ghouls on this island.

THIRD PERSON POV The room erupted in groans as Gavin and Zoe were transported into an unfamiliar location. They stood inside what looked like an abandoned company building. There were collapsed cubicles, shattered glass walls, overturned desks, and flickering emergency lights that buzzed like dying insects. Old company logos peeled from the walls, warped by fire and time. The large room smelled of blood, rust, and rot. Devourers crawled over the remains of the building like ants swarming carcass.

Salem's Hearth was a lot bigger on the inside than either Hannah or Garin had thought. The interior of it wasn't like Hell or Heaven based on the fact that it was neither bright nor dark. There were no fires and there were no clouds, no angelic vocalizations and no demonic screeches, no joy in the wind and no sorrow on the ground. It was very quiet and it looked and felt uninhabited. Cleo had used her powers to give Hannah and Garin a marking on their bodies so they would be able to see each other despite being cloaked by the granulated concealer. She moved in front of them as they quietly made their way to the top of the highest room.

They talked about TV shows and music, forgetting the fact that we were on the cusp of a vampire war and refusing to mourn a House's death. The safe house was wedged deep in the wetlands of the New Orleans parish. Through the thick bayou vegetation, a large colonial stood hidden from the rest of the world. Trees seemed to be as high as buildings; they covered the sky, leaving us trapped between the damp swampland and the spots of light that managed to break through the leaves. In order to reach the front porch of the house, we had to navigate through docks that made sure we didn't get our feet wet (or chomped off by gators).

The city outside the window does not know and does not need to. The October light is coming up over the Gràcia rooftops. The second life, in its full flower, entirely itself. Still blooming. — The End -

“Maintain a natural vibration within your scent. If your tracking senses detect a single molecule of suspicion in the wind, signal my device instantly. My vanguards have already saturated the surrounding ridge line, so your pelt remains completely secure.” Brooke was left breathless by the immense depth of the kiss. She reached up to pinch Logan’s rugged cheekbone, a shy, confident smile gracing her lips. “My wolf has long cleared its cub cycles. My claws can manage this friction. My form is stepping out now, understood?” Glorie Street represented an ancient, abandoned sector of the lower rim. There was only a single functioning establishment remaining within the ruins—the old meat-stalls Ma

Using his aura only, Atlas destroyed dozens of them, while Glory protected Ahmet with her plant magic, while Ahmat was walking with steady steps as if he was a king on a red carpet. They arrived at an abandoned house, this was the place where the necromancer lived, they entered through the door, there was no one inside but ghouls , Doom shouted if you were here, show yourself , no one answered him. On the contrary, the ogres gathered and attacked them again in groups. Then Ahmet ordered them to carry out a comprehensive cleansing of the area because he wanted to wipe out the ghouls from this island, but this was strange , no matter how much ogres are killed, another regiment comes, as if the

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.