Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

When they saw Alpha Thomas's car, they opened the gates instantly, bowing low. We drove up a long, winding driveway until a giant wooden mansion appeared through the trees. It was the Blood Moon pack house. It looked like a luxury castle made of dark wood and stone, with dozens of windows glowing with warm yellow light. But tonight, the house did not look peaceful at all.

Its enormous webbed hands clenched the muck, pulling its bloated body through the floodwater with sickening slurps. Lightning forked overhead, illuminating the monster in stark detail. Its bloated throat expanded like a bellows, glowing faintly green as foul gas hissed from its nostrils. Two bulbous eyes, the color of rotting moss, rolled grotesquely as they locked on the figures in its path. Junie’s stomach twisted. Even from where she stood beside Rio, she could feel the weight of its presence pressing on her chest. Rio wiped blood from his jaw, his golden eyes hard. “That thing is big enough to level the house if it gets too close.”

Malakai's room had black walls, no surprise, grey and black furniture. The walls had a ombré effect, it's started from black at the top to grey to silver and white near the floor. There was a large double bed that had a cushioned grey headboard, and silk sheets. There were also double glass doors that led out to a balcony. And finally a walk in closet. The whole room screamed Malakai, it was just him. "I can just go home." Eden said but she'll admit, if she drove there was an 80% chance she'd crash. She was so tired.

A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart. The moment it was exposed, the Gloom intensified. The air grew heavier, colder. I heard a sharp intake of breath from one of the warriors, a muttered curse from another. A wave of irrational irritation washed over me-a sudden, sharp anger at the clumsy sound of digging, at the moon for its pale light, at Adrien for his grim silence. It's the Gloom, I thought, clinging to the knowledge like a lifeline. It's not real. It's the poison.

Liam’s voice hissed, "let me show you mine." ​The Descent of the Shadow ​The black needle struck the North Inlet with the force of a meteor. It didn't explode. It hissed open, and a cloud of Black Nano-Dust began to pour out. ​It wasn't moss. It wasn't life. It was a "Grey Goo" of Sterling nanites, programmed to dismantle the "New Wild" at a molecular level. The giant lilies began to dissolve into grey ash the moment the dust touched them.

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.

We all stared at one another wide eyed as a huge fissure came shooting out from the west side of the house, shooting right at us, veins and ribbons spreading out across the ground. “What the hell?” I asked, not sure what Grimly Grouse was up to now. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it, not because I was afraid for my team but because I was afraid for my home. Did he know he was going to lose so he was trying to destroy Brookstone--forever?

I kicked the iron gates. The lock shattered. The gates swung open with a screech of rusted metal that sounded like a scream. We burst inside. The interior was lit by construction work lights, casting harsh, long shadows against the marble walls. In the center of the room, a group of humans...Heriberto's thralls....were swinging heavy sledges at a central stone tomb. Their eyes were pitch black, void of whites or irises. They moved like robots. Flanking the tomb were two Void Golems, towering eight feet high, made of jagged cemetery stone and purple static.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life.

Pale, lifeless bodies that once possessed the lively glow of happiness and festive celebration were carefully heaved out of the Brookers' home. An invisible but palpable cloud of gloom and peril seemed to hover above the Silver Moon's territory. Even the sun seemed to mourn the loss of the Silver moon, as the morning was densely cloudy but without rain.