Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.

The heavy oak door was slightly unlatched, a sign of either arrogant territorial security or a deliberate trap. I glided across the threshold, the absolute gloom of the interior swallowing me whole. The blood-hunt had begun. I kicked through a splintered partition to my right. It gave way with a wet, splintering groan. A single tallow candle flickered on an iron tripod overhead, dying. The air was a thick soup of feral rot—copper blood, damp fur, and the bitter stink of common rogue sweat. The longhouse was a graveyard of broken supply crates and dried meat pallets. We moved through the shadows in widening arcs. I lifted a hand, freezing in place as my eyes caught a heavy stone slab in the c

Ang Black Forest ng Germany ay hindi basta gubat; ito ay isang luntiang labirinto ng dambuhalang mga puno na tila abot hanggang langit, kung saan ang liwanag ng araw ay hirap na makatagos. Ayon sa sabi-sabi, sa loob ng gubat na ito ay mayroong magnetic anomaly na pumapatay sa anumang electronic signal. ​"Dad, it's dead," dismayadong sabi ni Liam habang tinitingnan ang kanyang tablet na nag-flicker bago tuluyang namatay. "No GPS, no comms, no drones. I'm... I'm blind."

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

I've been keeping that secret ever since. Eclipsehaven is beautiful in a haunted, ethereal way that makes it feel like a place caught between worlds. The houses are carved from hollowed moonwood trees, their trunks wide as cottages and veined with bioluminescent sap that pulses faintly blue-white in the darkness. Even our streets glow. Even our beaches—black sand kissed by the iridescent tide of the Core Sea—seem to shimmer with an otherworldly light.

CHAPTER 106 Camryn’s POV Three weeks after the masquerade, I stood in the ruins of what used to be a textile factory in the eastern sectors, watching Whitney press her fingers to the crumbling wall. “Class C,” she said quietly. “Grief Weaver. It’s been here for at least six months.” The building had a particular smell—mildew, rust, and something sweeter underneath, like rotting flowers. The windows were boarded up, but gaps let in thin streams of light that cut through the darkness in diagonal slashes. Dust motes hung suspended in the air.

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

Lucas was just staring at him blankly until he made his way out. Zera entered the room and collected the ashes of the contract. “Shall I call on the next?” she asks, and Lucas just nodded, feeling sleepy. Zera went outside his office, carrying the ashes and disposed them in the huge Tree of Death in their lounge area. Domus Malum, or the “House of Evil” is nothing like a creepy place that most movies make as the devil’s nest. Lucas made it look like an ordinary office with minimalist designs, it has a wall of shelves for books, a nice lounge area for the guests and a huge piano beside the Tree of Death, where the contracts of their clients serve as the soil and the tree being fertilized by t

Stepping into the next room seemed like she was steeping onto the set of a horror movie. All the furniture was covered in white sheets and the room was so dusty that they were leaving foot prints. It was clear no one had been to this place in a very long time. Amaris felt almost as she were intruding. The room had a feel of sadness about it. There was little light apart from what Lyle’s flashlight provided, and it gave the impression that the house was grieving.

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.