Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

Garelt wasted no time and went to grab a blank sheet, also yanking a pen that he randomly found before returning to join the others. “Back to where we were,” he said, flopping down on the couch. “This is where the glamour starts.” Garelt used the pen to sketch a random circle on the paper - it looked more like an egg than a circle. “And this is where the first house is located,” he drew another egg within the first one. “It’s around a mile away from the glamour. A good chance to prepare if there was an attack, and the way the bodies were…they weren’t the least bit prepared. Some of the wolves didn’t even have a complete transformation and their bodies weren’t far from the houses that I suspe

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.

You can imagine his consternation when he saw Abe nod in acknowledgement. This forest was called the 'Gloom Forest' by Zandorians. It was a dangerous place, steaming with strong beasts, poisonous plants and creepy crawlers. People dared not venture into it. Over the last few hundreds of years, many who had ventured into it had become part of it. The last time the four empire coalition sent representatives into this death trap was a hundred years ago. After that abysmal failure, they dared not try again. If it wasn't for the occasional roars outside, Frederick wouldn't have believed this was the place, even after Mane had informed them of their destination before bringing them here.

“We go back. Now.” Dawn’s first pale wash of light was just breaking along the horizon, but the moon — round, heavy, and white — still ruled the sky, hanging low over the treetops. Its glow silvered the bloodstained courtyard, painting every claw-marked stone with cold light. And the sky was alive with whirring shadows. Gillow’s crimson eyes narrowed as he spotted the drones dropping fine, pale dust over the distant mansion grounds. The sharp scent of mountain ash — poison to his hybrid kin — drifted toward them on the cold breeze.

Gloom explained, “A hundred years ago, a group of people who lived in the mountains relied on raising Gu as their source of income. They were called the Gu raisers. These people were a community, a village, and were considered an organization. Collectively, they were called the Gu Sect. “A hundred years ago, Sol had just been established but was in turmoil. My teacher said that the Gu Sect planned to use Gus to control the world and became a great threat to the world. An alliance was formed against them, and they were ultimately wiped out. There hasn’t been any news related to them for a hundred years. It’s shocking to find out they still exist today.” Hearing this, James had a vague underst

The deep laundry caverns of the Bloodmoon Pack smelled of lye, stagnant river water and the crushing despair of the forgotten. Located three hundred feet below the opulent obsidian floors of the Great Hall, this was where the pack's illusions stripped away. Massive stone vats bubbled with boiling water, heated by natural geothermal vents, while the freezing water of the underground river rushed through the adjacent sluice gates. The air was a suffocating soup of thick, hot steam and freezing drafts that made your lungs ache.

“No. I do not need it anymore.” My emotionless reply surprised her, but she soon laughed in a sharp, mocking tone. “Joseph, did you fall off the cliff and break your head? Looks like you learned a few tricks these past few days. Have you decided to give up?” A dull sadness spread through me, and I let out a small, self‑mocking laugh. My mother was dead. She no longer needed Jaime’s drug, and Jaime could no longer threaten me. Jaime noticed my silence and softened her tone. “It is only medication. I will give it to you. Wait for me to come home tonight.”

"You need to understand what this place is before we go inside." The greenhouse stood fifty yards from the main house, its shattered glass dome glittering like a broken crown in the storm. We ran through the downpour, Damien's coat flaring behind him like a dark wing. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something sweetly rotten. Moonlight filtered through broken panes, casting jagged shadows across the ruins. My Louis Vuitton’s crunched over shards of glass and brittle leaves as I followed Damien deeper into the wreckage.

He asked "The Full Moon is two days from Now Brother and until then, Some Puny little Betas are gonna lose control and wander into the Woods, then am gonna hunt them down and get some answers out of them and then am gonna Kill Every last one of them, Just like how they killed my Wife!" Mr Glamora replied and tucked a Cigarette into his lips, then smiled at the huge smoke it created while his Cold steps could be heard as he walked into the dark Passage...... . .

The house felt gloomy. Chloe and I returned with her dad to their home on the outskirts of town, but now, for the first time since I'd first stepped foot in here, the place didn't feel like home. It felt… empty, like there was a cloud hanging over it. Even the atmosphere felt gloomy.