Ruby Gloom House Novels & Stories

Lexa The pack house of the Glade is remarkably similar to the ones in Silverhide and Endova. It’s a single wide, airy room with multiple entrances to the outside world but no windows. Long tables stretch in its center, but smaller tables and wobbly stools meant for moving around are scattered throughout the space. There’s a kitchen in the back–crude, however, with not much more than a few work tables and a wood-fired stove for cooking. But it’s the storeroom off the kitchen that takes my breath away, and not for the reason it should have.

But I guess being normal is boring. The car pulled over in front of a white mini-mansion surrounded by trees. It looked all polished inside out. I followed them into the house and as soon as I stepped in, it gave me a nostalgic feeling because it seemed like a mini version of my grandma's foyer when I was young. I missed my old home but I was now building my new home. Together with Aunt Chloe and my half-sister, Khloe. Together with the people I cared for. As the couple led me into the dark basement, I shoved away my thoughts and trailed off to their loud step.

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.

“But you can call me Earl Eridanus.” At this moment, a frightening whitish haze emerged out of the wall. It materialized right behind the garrison commander’s back. Its ragged clothes were wavering in the air, its bony hands sticking out of the broad sleeves. Cold spread around the room. Zomzom didn’t feel it but he noticed a thin wave of vapor coming out of Glein’s mouth as his eyes widened. The garrison commander slowly turned around and froze, getting paler with each moment. His face began to shimmer with blue, and Zomzom thought the commander’s heart was about to stop.

Gemma reached the main lighting system that Professor Digby set up to take stock of the antiques stored there in the attic. Powerful lighting came on one by one, and Gemma could hear the faint eerie screams of the Fear Mongers as they withdrew into the ever-shrinking shadows within the far corners of the attic. Larin and Hugo went in for the kill quickly. Their flashlights ate up what little shadows the Fear Mongers found. Their swords sliced through their odd skin and bodies. Transparent grey ooze dripped and puddled on the old floorboards. It felt like forever for Gemma. She turned away from the scene of alien gore and death.

The trees began to thin out as I caught sight of a very old looking house. I had expected some secret underground hideout or an old warehouse, not this. It was very large and made of lime washed bricks. The black roof almost blended in with the darkness around it. A thick black metal gate surrounded the cleared area of forest that it sat on. Spotlights had been installed around the area to create some sort of fake sunlight. The driver slowed the car down to a stop as we got to the entrance of the gate and I jumped seeing two vampires dressed in thick black cloaks appear in a flash.

On each of the three floors, sightless gargoyles peered out from the corners, and the apex of the gray slate roof caught wisps of clouds as they billowed and vanished. The large front porch was a vast expanse of shale built one step up from the soil, with rough granite columns supporting the Neanderthal brow of a roof. I convinced myself that the house will look better once the sun came out. The sun emerged. The house was in disarray. Golden rays from the west glinted on the windowpanes, transforming them from empty sockets to watchful eyes, and the shadows became more distinct. I looked around the house for Sebastian, but no one moved in the grass or among the shrubs inside the circular dri

Elysia, her eyes narrowing, noted, "And the creatures... they're not themselves anymore. It's as if the darkness has claimed them." Isolde, her hand instinctively on her sword, declared, "Whatever is causing this, we need to stop it before it spreads further." As they approached the Grove, shadows danced eerily between the twisted trees. The once-vibrant foliage now bore a sickly hue, and the air was heavy with an otherworldly presence. Liora, her grip tightening on her weapon, warned, "Be prepared. We don't know what we're dealing with." Niamh, scanning the surroundings, added, "And we must be cautious. The Harbinger might be using this chaos as a distraction."

Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job. "Angelo Giansson" "Present." She was reminded of Xavier's unbecoming reaction earlier. 'Lemon, what does that mean? Did Khai's scent stick to me?' "Edward Kjiellberg" "Present." She sniffs the hems of her sweatshirt, 'Holy crap, it did.' "Ashleigh Marie Nordin" "Present." Great, now she has to make sure Khai and Xavier never cross paths. Not that she had any plans of introducing them to each other in the first place, but still.

The back doors flew open. ‎ ‎Bright, artificial floodlights blinded me. I squinted, raising my cuffed hands to shield my eyes. ‎ ‎"Out," Vargo commanded. ‎ ‎I climbed out of the van, my legs stiff. ‎ ‎I stood at the foot of the Bloodmoon Pack House. ‎ ‎It wasn't a house; it was a fortress. A sprawling mansion of gray stone and glass, rising out of the manicured lawn like a mausoleum. It was beautiful, cold, and imposing.