Get In My Swamp Audiobook Novels & Stories

We completed walking across the flat verdure terrain and was now treading across a deep brown brackish swamp area surrounded by bald cypress and willow trees. My feet are soaked up to my knees. Papyrus and cattail bushes as tall as our heads slapped against our skin as we pleated our path across the waterlogged ground. Even though I'm a warrior, I could have done without the stinky rotten egg stench that stuck up my nose from the swamp. The rogues around me briskly go through it as though they were used to it. Approximately three miles of the journey, the swamp waters got deeper. I mumbled curses that caused the rogues beside me to snicker. Only my mate kept me on good behavior. Otherwise, I

“Before we reached the waterfall, we didn’t know we’d entered a swamp of quicksand. This was no ordinary quicksand. It had human hand-like shapes made of wet sand which dragged us further into it. Like a horrible dream, I watched as my two comrades battled with the horrible swamp until they were swallowed whole. I was lucky enough to be the last one behind them, so I was still closer to land. I pulled out a small anchor from my bag and tied it to a rope. I fastened the anchor to the ground and pulled with all my might and…” Getting bored, Jakub cut him short. “You were saved, thank the goddess. Can you just skip to the part after your “horrible experiences.” What exactly was the reason you c

My legs move stealthily, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. "Theo?" I called, my voice echoing in the space. I could hear the drip-drip sound of water hitting the ground and when one dropped on my head, sliding down onto my cheeks, I touched the spot. The action almost felt nostalgic, the feeling was erased when a distressed scream pierced the air, I sucked in a deep breath, hurrying towards the source of the noise. Another scream tore through the air and my chest squeezed even more, "Theo!?" I called in a panic, my bare feet pounding against the swampy ground. I had no idea what was going on, how had I suddenly been transported from the river bank to wherever this place was,

“We don’t have to like it. We just need to find the algae and get the hell out of here.” “Right,” I muttered, forcing my feet forward despite the unease curling in my stomach. The deeper we went, the more the swamp seemed to breathe around us—whispers in the fog, the occasional ripple in the water when nothing should have been there. And then, it happened. At first there was a subtle shift in the murky waters. then a hulking mass heaved itself onto the shore—a monstrous thing, covered in glistening black mucus, its grotesque body pulsing as if it were breathing through its skin with disgustingly wet sounds.

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter explores the brutal methodology of the Witch’s training, the terrifying adaptability of a Prime, and the heartache of parents watching their child evolve into something they can no longer protect. HELEN’S P.O.V. The swamp didn't wake up like the forest. The forest woke up with birdsong and light. The swamp woke up with a gurgle. I opened my eyes to the smell of sulfur and chicory coffee. The light filtering through the

I nodded but failed to pull away as I willed my heart rate to slow. "What was it, Sugar?" Beau asked gently, pulling back my thick hair caked to my bare shoulders. I kept my eyes closed when I spoke. "The music, dancing, the moon, there was something in the depths of the swamp calling to me, a light growing in my mind," my hand rubbed The place between my eyes and my forehead. Wyatt had tensed a hand gripping my hip as his arms remained wrapped around me.

She landed herself in prison eventually. Maisie called me countless times, crying and begging to return to the Johanssen family, but I refused to take her back in every time. As I watched Atlas grow more confident and accomplished under the guidance of his private tutors, an age-old adage came to my mind, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." A parasite could have taken the prince's place with deceitful methods. But a prince was a prince, and a parasite would remain a parasite. (The End)

James took a look at the swampy area ahead of him. Without further hesitation, he marched forward. When his foot stepped into the swamp, he sensed a mystical power emanating from within. This power was very uncanny as it forcefully pulled his leg into the swamp. His leg sunk slowly into the marsh, yet James did not resist at all. He let his body slowly submerge into the bog. When the group saw this, they followed suit. They entered the swampy area and allowed their body to sink into it, disappearing from sight very quickly.

"Long,long ago, there was a hermit who lived deep in the heart of the swamp. His life was a simple one, he loved the swamp and its solitude. But he hated adults and children alike, and he despised TEENAGERS. He considered them a lousy bunch of overgrown kids who loved noise. Then civilization grew, cities and towns were built but no one bothered about the swamp. It was uninhabitable, they said. One day a bunch of teenagers decided it would be fun to go camping in the swamp. You know how teenagers are, they made a lot of noise, drank alcohol, smoked weed and made a mess everywhere. The hermit was upset cos of their actions and decided to teach them a lesson. Due to his absence from civilizati

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a