Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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!"

I only felt the burning, obsessive need to see Bane Blackwood stripped of his pride. "Get the car," I commanded. The Grey Marsh was a place where the modern world died. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and decaying vegetation. We walked through the knee-deep fog until we reached a shack that looked like it was being swallowed by the earth. Inside, the Liminal Broker was a thing of nightmares—shriveled, ageless, and smelling of copper. She didn't look up as we entered. She was busy grinding something in a bowl made from a wolf’s skull.

“And make sure your next batch doesn’t fall short.” When he turned away, Glacy whispered, voice shaking, “Yes, my lord.” That night, she scrubbed Tilly’s blood from the marble until her hands blistered. Her wolf stirred inside her, restless and howling, but she kept it caged. She couldn’t afford emotion here. In Cumoreen, weakness was the easiest way to die. Outside, thunder rolled across the skies. The city glowed faintly under the phosphorescent moss that grew along the towers, casting everything in eerie green. The streets were quieter now. No slaves and no noise, just the wind.

The condensed resentment, the lurking beasts, and the ancient horrors all cowered like insects in the shadow of a predator, not daring to twitch. Up ahead, barely visible through the deepest layer of fog, a dark wheel of light turned slowly in the gloom. That was the heart of Grief Peak. It was the only place where the Chaos inside Sam could be sealed for good, and the first stop on heaven's road back to order. As for the nameless terrors hiding in the forest, the sleeping beasts, the trapped and suffering souls, they were nothing more than scenery in Landon's eyes. They were just set dressing in this little park of his and not worth a second thought.

Prowlaz took a peek inside Dylan's head and felt Dylan's anxiety and relief. "That one's a Darken," said Prowlaz. "Says the kid's brain." -- The three of them were starting to feel Selena losing her Gloom. In other words, soon, the whole operation will begin to shut down. No one knows how to control their Gloom except her. Tensed, Titan and Julia strengthened their hold on their patient.