Grounded Black Ant Hill Novels & Stories

They looked around nervously, trying to use their senses to explore the surroundings, but it was in vain. Philip glanced at the trees with a frown and walked over. Everyone followed Philip with worried gazes despite their confidence in him. Philip stepped forward and brushed aside the bushes with a wave of his hand. The trees fell to the ground, revealing their true appearance. There was barren land behind the trees with a large army of huge red ants. The red ants seemed to be after something, holding down a giant beast and gnawing at it. There were more than two dozen red ants with a terrifying length of nearly one meter each.

Before her, nestled in the broken earth like a festering wound, lay the remnants of Black Hollow. Once a thriving werewolf stronghold, Black Hollow had been reduced to rubble and shadow. Towering pillars of obsidian stone still jutted out of the ground, cracked and leaning, forming the skeleton of a city lost to war. It was a place that had once dared to challenge Grimkeeper. Now, it stood as a monument to his wrath.

Gloyd said slowly. The termites' massive teeth galloped around the hive, eating the ground despicably as if it has been deprived of food for centuries. Their white, fat bodies were grossing the stomachs of those who saw it as they swam inside the hive's bordered territory. "They have invaded us from the ground. These monsters must have found a way to cross the pit." Alex said, slowly. His eyes are bulging witnessing the disturbance towards their home ground. "We can't stand by!" Alex cried out, he told Gloyd to drop him on one of the termites who has been eating their grounds, comfortably.

"It was your fault. I had a feeling something was wrong with you." He was outraged when he said that. At the same time, he was secretly trying to relax. Archfiend Antigonus was too powerful. If he wanted to seek revenge, he had to ensure he stayed alive. Graham quickly scanned his surroundings as a result of that thought. He realized there was a pit in the ground two meters away. Due to geography and climate, pangolins lived in the land surrounding the Lange family manor. As a result, pangolin burrows could be found almost anywhere.

“They aren’t just fighting us. They are absorbing us.” ​Suddenly, the ground beneath the Harvester line exploded. But it wasn’t a shell. ​Massive, black thorns—thick as redwood trunks—shot up from the soil, impaling the lead Harvester units and hoisting them into the air. The Black Fallow had arrived. It wasn’t a neat, controlled growth; it was a violent eruption of necrotic vines that pulsed with a dark, angry purple light.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

Sszazzul glides like a black shadow across the city, along the walls, on the asphalt, on any surface, at the same speed. Here is an antique shop, the back entrance on the wall is quaint shadows from an old lantern. He approaches one of the shadows, runs his hand over it, the wall begins to deform, twisting into a spiral, a black hole with a diameter of half a meter is formed, Ssazzul, gets lost in this hole, it immediately disappears. A smooth wall covered with small stone, and running shadows from a lantern.

Someone, or rather something, sat in the distance: a hill. The creature, resembling a hill, sat on the floor. He was about two hundred feet tall, and his skin was formed out of lumps of black stones covered in weeds. Next to his legs were a scattered smattering of bones. The person seemed to be asleep as his snoring thundered.

“And I’d be coming to visit you, because I’d miss you.” He glares down at me for a moment. But then we both go still, distracted from our argument by the absolute…nothingness that is this place. I inhale sharply as I tear my eyes from my ghost and begin to look around at the rolling grey-brown hills, the beige sky, the almost complete lack of shadow and light. The entire place isn’t at all flat but it is… “Lifeless,” Anton murmurs, glancing around, a shiver passing through him. “God it’s just…it’s dead, isn’t it?”

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.