Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

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.

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

"The GBCA has ceased kinetic operations. They’ve deployed the 'Imprinted Phantom.'" I redirected my vision. Outside the Golden Basalt dome, the Ash Rain continued to fall, a corrosive purple mist that turned the tundra into a graveyard of bubbling gray slush. But in the center of the wasteland, standing exactly three hundred yards from the western pylon, was a figure that didn't belong to the apocalypse.

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.

My mother turned around rolled her eyes at me shook her head and walked up to the large green Adams Family looking house we had stopped in front of. It was hunter green with elaborate wood working detail, which gave it a charm that was more frightening then homie, and the two large stone gargoyles at the end of the drive way were ominous at best. I stared at the house for a while before heading in to what I thought was going to be my new home.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.