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Then, just as the wave came again to dip me further into the swamp, I pulled my two hands using the chance of the moment its grip loosened on my body– for a chance to overtake me, then immediately grabbed the big stick that stretched from one of the trees beside the swamp pond. Exhaling sharply, I tightened my grasp on the stick and used it to pull myself out. Crystal also helped as I could feel a strong energy pulling me inwardly to grab the stick tightly. “Ahhhh!” I screamed with all my might, and suddenly, my body pulled up from the sticky mud. Successfully, I pulled myself from the sticky swamp with the aid of the stick. Exhaling sharply, I panted when my body made a loud thump on the dr

Whatever has a hold on me is getting powerful by the day, gaining more control over me, winning! I could swear I was in the castle a second ago. And suddenly I was out, surrounded by huge trees and my legs soaked in water shying away from my knee. I knew this wasn’t a dream but there was no other way to explain it. So I pushed every logical reasoning to the back of my mind and made myself believe this was a trance and I would shake myself off it soon. For the sake of my sanity. I raised my heavy feet one after the other as I ambled forward, struggling to yank them out of the muddy floor of the swamp. An impulsive chill ran down my spine as I heard the shrilling yell of a voice I recognized s

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.

*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 am less enamoured by what I see. It’s mostly swampland, with rare glimpses of waterless patches. Creepers and gnarled plants I don’t recognise try to make their way out of the swamp. It’s a wonder they can even keep the roads clear. How can a wolf live out here? Surrounded by alligators and snakes? How do they shift without fear? Feeling my eyes on her, Maya stops looking out the window. “What?” she asks. All I can do is shake my head. I have no words to tell her how I feel. How proud I am to call her mine. How happy I am that she’s here with me, and I don’t have to face my grandfather alone.

I joined him a few moments later and slept all through the night until this dream woke me up. I went to the cabinet attached to the table and pulled out the book we obtained from the library. Apart from the pages I had fiddled on the day we got the book, I barely went through the material. The storm hit off and left me completely distracted. I went through the table of contents. Body Swap! There was a chapter dedicated to Body swaps in Chicago. I quickly got to the page and began to read through it. When I got to a particular point, my hands began to tremble.

Even with his keen vision, the interior was a blur. The swamp stretched over 10 kilometers, and anyone seeking refuge would surely be hidden in its deepest reaches. Approaching the swamp's edge, he was met with a foul, decaying stench. The trees that dotted the swamp were the only solid ground in sight. The fog was thick, and Alexander considered lighting a flame to see. However, he hesitated, aware that a single spark could ignite the swamp's methane and leave him with no path forward. With a swift motion, he leaped toward the nearest tree. It should have been simple, but alarms rang in his mind—traps!

My feet scrunched under the leaves and twigs fell on the forest floor and I felt my feet grow heavy. Not knowing what had happened suddenly, I looked down and saw that there was something sticky beneath my feet. ‘Fuck’ I thought and realized a little late that I had walked into a swamp. The rogue had tried to distract me and I had been so focussed on finding it that I didn’t even look where I placed my foot. My shoes were slick with some sticky gooey stuff that was probably sludge consisting of grass and water and something else I didn’t want to imagine. The swamp was large and when I raised my one foot while trying to check for what had it caught against, I lost my balance and somehow place

Cold rains, putrid bogs, burning cities and killer snow. Nonetheless, that didn’t exempt them from reconditioning their instincts for the trials to come. “staeves primed!” He ordered, drawing his sword and cutting a swath through the miry swamp. Green water had seeped through his boots, while the stink of rotting plants and dead animals hung high in the air causing a measure of dizziness.

They only had some glow sticks and torches as a source of light. The dark passage looked like an unground cave. The ceiling of the passage had a swampy texture. They both were wandering knee-deep in the swamp's water. They realized that the swamp was exceedingly dirty. Mosses, algae, and filth were flowing on the water surface, but Creed realized the water was not stagnant. It was flowing in some direction. This had given him hope, so he started moving downstream. "This place is spooky!" Jia started a conversation again. "Don't you think so?"