Grounded Black Ant Hill Novels & Stories

Beyond that, only black hills rising like broken knuckles against the sky. The road narrowed. Asphalt crumbled to gravel, and dust spat out behind the tires in curling streams. “There,” Ethan said suddenly. The driver slammed the brakes. Gravel shrieked under the wheels, the car fishtailing once before stopping hard at the base of a barren hill. Ethan was already out, boots hitting stone, coat snapping in the cold wind. The air tasted of iron and fuel. His eyes cut upward. The hill loomed, stripped of softness. No greenery. No forgiving earth. Just a body of dirt baked hard, jagged stones scattered like shrapnel, the surface pale and raw under the moon. Wind hissed across its face, dragging

’’ ‘’…’’- they still refused to talk, but they stood on their feet, and pushed the ant soldier. ‘’Why did you do that??’’ ‘’…’’ They were protected by the ant soldier but they look on him with superiority in their eyes. They rumbled and collected rocks around the area, threw it and spit on the brave and helping soldiers. ‘’We didn’t want to help you in the first place… but we did. GAAA! Filth flies, what insolence.’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing

The mute girl saw Ethan Brooks laughing at her and swelled her pretty face, kicked her pole down in hatred, and crouched on the ground to get angry. Deciding not to help, definitely not to help, Ethan Brooks pretended not to see and turned back to continue opening the next coconut. But just as he was about to reach for the coconut that was sitting on the ground, he suddenly felt it wobble. “What just has happened?” Reaching down and picking up the coconut, he saw a circle of large black ants, about a centimeter in length, with twenty to thirty of them in a circle right underneath the coconut, except for one ant that was in front of the left side, standing on a large piece of gravel, with a c

His blurry vision caught a hill looming in the distance. “Just a few more steps”, Antonio snorted, the faint glow of lanterns swaying in the distance motivating him. He took a step forward but his knees buckled and he fell flat on the ground. “You can do this Antonio”, he rasped, his sharp breath caressing the earth and pushing up dust. With twitched fingers he crawled forward until he got to the hill and saw the village nestled at its base. “Finally”, he purred with an ashen face—with his last strength, he staggered toward the village.

Dozens of silver and gray bodies leapt into the smoke, some shifting mid-air, claws blazing with magic, others already in full beast form, tearing through the cursed ground with battlelust in their veins. We danced around earth traps, claws digging in just before runes exploded behind us in columns of cursed fire. We shredded through vine-laced summons, ripped apart shadow puppets, and slammed into the witches’ flanks, scattering their formation like broken teeth. And at the edge of a ruined stone arch, standing atop the horn of a fallen golem, was Anton the Ant—no taller than a boot, wearing a silver-plated helmet the size of a thimble, his voice magically amplified.

he said confusingly. “What do you mean the ground is breaking?” I questioned my forehead furrowed. Getting no response from sin who stood in front of me motionless, he yelled “run back!” Placing his hand on me and nudging us back. Hearing a crackling sound coming from the front of us, the ground began to break fast as we ran trying to escape but the cracking was rapid and there became a chasm just where we once stood as we fell deep into the opening. We fell into a place that looked like a cave, we all fell hard and struggled to get on our feet, glancing up I saw a man dressed in a black attire that covered his head down to his feet holding a long stick, all that was visible were his white g

Prevent anyone else I care about from a torturous death. I took a deep breath as I stared out at the night sky. The world around us was so very different from the one we are used to. The trees are huge and would even tower our own. The trunks are as thick as three of our own trees combined. The terrain was rough and exhausting. Even the smallest hills were a mountainous climb. We are ants in a world of giants.

Like most teenagers, Lucy has slept through the whole commotion. “Come on Benny, let’s find the fucking bastard ourselves.” We quietly slip outside and make our way to the kitchen window. Benny sniffs around. There are a few cigarette butts on the ground. I pick one up and I swallow hard. Davidoffs Slims, I know this brand. I look around but it’s pitch black, with very little light coming from the house. I can’t see shit. “Alright Benny, let’s see if that little nose work training will work.”

The sky wasn't just dark from the storm clouds. On the very edge of the horizon, the ground had turned completely black. A massive, moving carpet of dark, twisted bodies was spilling over the hills, covering the highway, crushing the old cars, and swallowing the dirt. It looked like a giant wave of angry black ants, stretching out as far as the eye could see, moving toward me in a slow, crushing line. And right in the middle of that black wave, three giant, pale shapes stood tall, their massive heads reaching up into the dark gray clouds.

That same type of bone-chilling feeling I got at the creepy building. It was a bit different. My feeling was less of an execution ground and more of a disposing facility. Given the smell, I think I was right. We moved furtively inside. It took us a while to spot the trap door, but the moment we lifted it, the smell got stronger. The basement was packed earth, and there was an old stone circle in the middle that looked like a disused well. The smell came from there. There was also something else here. Something Anders could not feel. It was other than the pungent smell, and more powerful as we got closer. He probably had no clues about what I was sensing here. The buzzing against my metaphysi