Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo

I could feel the power crawling inside me. It crept beneath my skin like small worms creeping and searching for an escape. I pictured my skin like an iron shell of armor keeping them in. It calmed the movement, but increased my squeamishness. I burst open through front door of our house. It was a small two bedroom rental that backed up to a large forest, a forest that just happened to include the biggest nexus point on land in the United States. That was not actually a coincidence as I was instantly reminded when my knees banged into the couch.

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

Alpha Gali Blackmoor Over at the grand Blackmoor Crescent Keep, the atmosphere is starkly different from any happy home—it is completely cold, silent, and lifeless. My hands carefully carry a clay plate of meat-spaghetti upstairs to the Silverclaw Chamber, where young Malek Thorncrest is still perched high by the stone window ledge, his small eyes staring out into the dark courtyard toward the front gates. The tiny figure looks completely lost and forlorn in the shadows.

★★★★ Nyxoria's Dream: The Ruins: They appeared in an unfamiliar place, and Nyxoria took a moment to steady her feet. She turned slowly, taking in their surroundings. They were inside what looked like the remains of an abandoned home. The walls were cracked, covered in vines, and parts of the structure had crumbled away. There was no roof, only the open sky above, allowing the moonlight to spill in and illuminate the space with a soft, eerie glow. But then Nyxoria gasped out loudly in shock as she saw something which prompted her to slowly look at the house again until her gaze landed on what she had just seen, before it moved to the veil woman standing close to her.

Gorrum launched another attack on Jethro and Draven before running to his agitated wife. He held her shaking shoulders and took her in his arms. He waved his arms, throwing a powder that blocked their vision. In an instant, Gorrum, his wife and the hut disappeared. “What just happened?” Crystal asked in confusion. Draven wiped the blood on his hand with a piece of cloth he tore from his cloth, “He used a powerful masking spell. Not only can it hide their traces, but also the whole hut and everything inside it.” “How powerful,” Jethro exclaimed.

Ghost’s hand appeared on my arm. “Ghost. Not right now,” I scowled. “Move your hand.” He let me go and I walked through where the garage door used to be. Fortunately this garage was just storage for spare bike parts, so it was a financial hit, but not as bad as it could be. The entrance in the floor was damaged though, and could be a major problem. “Ghost, is Karma back yet?” I called behind me. “I’m here, boss.” “Roundup Tequila and Shorty. Hornet stays with Rogue. Newbies around the perimeter.” I swore again as I kicked some of the rubble out of the way. “And grab torches.”

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

The houses here were spaced far apart, separated by bush and massive outcroppings of granite that looked like the knuckles of a giant buried underground. "There," I pointed. The house was tucked behind a particularly large ridge of rock. It was a bungalow, but it had been fortified. The walls were topped with jagged glass shards embedded in concrete—the old-school security of a man who didn't trust electric fences. A rusted gate stood slightly ajar, choked by a thicket of overgrown hibiscus that bled purple flowers onto the dirt. As we stepped into the compound, the silence was absolute. No generator hum, no radio. Just the dry rustle of coconut trees.

Their eyes glowed red, and green fluid dripped from their mouths, melting the concrete beneath them. [Warning! 'Corrosion Zombie' (Horde) detected!] [Corrosion Zombie Objective: Protect BRC. Highly aggressive toward intruders. Weakness: 'Sour-Spicy Indomie' effect (Bima's recipe)!] "That’s our enemy!" Bima said, gripping the Indomie Global Recipe Book. "That acid!" Lia shrieked, seeing her boots smoking slightly from a small splash. "We can't just walk through this puddle!"