Jungle Rym Novels & Stories

“I can’t—*he’s in my head*—” I grab his hands, forcing my glow into his palms. “Then we rip him out.” --- **Ryland’s Gambit** The pack scatters as the forest erupts. Trees split, spewing blackened ooze, and the ground heaves like a living thing. Jarek axes through a thrashing root, his roar cutting through the chaos. “Fall back to the dens!” “No!” I snarl, shifting mid-leap to tear out a root’s pulsing core. “Hold the line! Protect the eastern flank!”

“Okay.” Max was not bothered by what sort of competition it was. “Let’s do it.” They immediately picked their characters and began roaming the Jungle. Nine minutes later, Russ stared blankly at the screen. Jungling was different from online gaming. They had to compete in tactics and efficiency. If they made the wrong move at the very beginning, it would be difficult to win the opponent at a later stage. Russ had lost completely. All of the Jungle resources had been taken by Max. If Russ wanted to level up, he would have to use his online resources.

All of us want the cheque that Matheson has promised. The sunlight flashed on jade, emerald, scarlet, as tiny flies skittered around banana palms. Some of the bananas were ripe. Ruth cut some from the central stack. They were tiny and tasted creamy, not at all like supermarket fruit. She drank some water from the stream, then filled a canteen and slung the strap over one shoulder. Already it was growing dark. She hadn’t thought about the time when she left the village. Now she realised that she must spend the night alone in the jungle.

Rye challenged her with a glint in his eyes. "Because we are celebrating," Gillian replied with silent laughter. "We have Papa Jamil and Mama Genova, Mon and Dely, and us!" Rye stated determinedly. "Let's celebrate!" The men drank champagne and the women sipped fruit juices. Afterwards, the men cleared the chairs and tents off the beach. "Ah! Our beach is immaculate again!" Jamil sniffed the clean and fresh air. They laughed at the joke. Only Rye knew that it was not a joke. Aduelo and his clan reeked of rotting wood and leaves. The whole tribe's smell was overpowering!

I said timidly. “I’m River, but I have a feeling you two know that. I’m sorry if I can’t remember you, but…” I stretched my right arm out to shake theirs. The guy named Jaylen, stepped forward, “Yes, I know who you are, Riv's, but it’s okay, I’m just happy to see you awake. C–can I hug you?” He asked, pleading with his eyes. There was this warmth about him. He looked so friendly. With my hand still in his, I nodded.

EXTRA: Ryder: Hehe, I tamed a Midnight today Remy: Hehe, I tamed a Jasmine today Jasmine: Hehe, I tamed a Kim today Ryder: .... Remy: .... Jasmine: We're not talking about the same kind of taming, aren't we? Ryder: Nope Remy: Definitely different kind of taming *wink* Jasmine: (੭ु ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )੭ु⁾⁾ Scoundrel!!!

It was a lesson in the interconnectedness of all things, a reminder that every action had a ripple effect that reverberated throughout the environment. The sounds of the jungle provided a constant soundtrack to their journey. Insects hummed in harmonious chorus, their melodies punctuated by the occasional call of exotic birds. Cynthia closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by the symphony of nature, feeling the pulse of the jungle's heartbeat as if it echoed within her own.

If any of you find the Gold first, signal the others through your mouthpiece, and we will join you later, please be careful, " Venom said. Virus stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "This jungle is full of traps and dangerous animals. Landmines, spiky pits, and poison darts. You'll need to be sharp to survive." They all nodded, their faces grim. They knew the risks, but the promise of gold was too great to resist.

I couldn't decide whether my time with Ruhun Daji was real or a dream. "Anyway," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "What do I know about the game forest in Rukum? It's not like I am a hunter." She said, laughing. "What were you looking for in Rukum's game forest that you couldn't find in Buchum's game forest?" she asked, and I was silent, not knowing how to answer her.

Pedro tossed the machete and in one smooth movement, Jubal slammed the sharpened blade across the neck of the viper, severing the head. “Wow…that’s huge.” Emma muttered, looking at Annabel, feeling more of the kindred spirit even though she didn't know why that was so. She only knew that her friend was the object of attack of various strange things, just like her. Could it all be related? “Nights were hell in the jungle. Right at sunset, the buzzing started. It wasn't as if the insects were silent-they were producing a constant steady drone-but Riley could push the sound away. This was something altogether different-a soft, persistent noise, a low frequency that jangled every nerve in the bo