Jungle Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wolves are mysterious, they have different sides and in every aspect you can see a reflection of the truth of the emotion that humans have forgotten and they don't have an idea of what they have become… Not a human nor a creature just an empty shell who's driven by a devil of polluted thoughts and the pollutants are - greed, lust, envy, sloth, pride, gluttony, and wrath… That night was darker than my black beard, and that kid was alone there in that jungle. The bushes and the wild plants were toxic enough to suffocate the environment but the kid was not an ordinary. He was special and the environment got suffocated for a while but not for the kid but the toxic plants and the bushes of red ka

My red brassiere is showing and the stains on my dress spoke words to what happened inside the car between Roscoe and I. A large hand enveloped my waist. “Are you okay?” Roscoe asked in my right ear. “Yes, Mr. President. Thank you for your concern.” The President’s security has started to build the tent we’re gonna be using throughout our stay here in the middle of the forest-like place. There are huge trees around it and it’s a good thing that they have fresh air in this. I watched Roscoe walk to his men while the driver stayed beside me. I smelled like semen and I knew he knew it. Roscoe smelled like me too.

They faced harsh weather and dangerous wildlife, but they pushed on, driven by their determination to find the Sapphire Crown. Finally, they arrived at the edge of the jungle. Aric had never seen anything like it before. The trees towered above them, their branches heavy with vines and flowers. The air was humid and thick, filled with the sounds of insects and birds. Kaida led the way, her sword at the ready. They had heard stories of dangerous creatures in the jungle, and they didn't want to take any chances. They hacked their way through the underbrush, careful to avoid any poisonous plants or hidden traps.

"I must say, Dr. Barron, your request was... unusual. Not many people want to go to that part of the jungle. It's said to be... haunted." Isabel's heart skipped a beat. "Haunted? Tell me you're not superstitious, Raul? Our last guide abandoned us in the night. It was pure luck we found our way back to the river and our boat." Raul flashed her a blindingly white smile as he popped his gum. "Me? No, not at all. But," his eyes darted around, as if checking for eavesdroppers. When he spoke, his voice was low. "There are stories, old stories, about people who are not quite people. They say they can take the form of jaguars, that they guard the deepest secrets of the forest. Most think they're jus

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

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"Including Clifford's and Richard's. You're ok with putting our lives on the line so you can find that dumb wizard?" Blatantly ignoring her question, I quickly pulled on my boots and forced my thoughts away from pushing her back into the water to drown. I did everything in my power to save her and this is the thanks I get? Great. Clifford's girlfriend rattled on behind me and I tuned her out, taking a quick scan of our new surroundings. It didn't take much to notice that we were in a jungle. Strange creeping plants I'd never seen before crawled up the sides of tall thick trees, sprouting out huge colourful leaves. Reptiles scuttled around the plants whilst exotic birds chirped and fluttered

He said lowly. I should've been mad but nomatter what happened I had nothing to lose. I needed to win this game so I could end this war. Even if I lost, all I had to do was give him my body. I would not say anything because the stakes were in my favor and I did not need them to decide it wasn't worth it. "Also the jungle is not a normal jungle. It is filled with magic and magical creatures." Christopher said nonchalantly. My head snapped towards him and I was narrowing my eyes at him.

“They walk in our jungle to take what is sacred to us.” A massive bronze scaled lizardfolk hisses. “I see them enter the edge of our lands, making a path for themselves. They use their magic to bend the will of our jungle, their weapons take the life of any who oppose them. The scales of my body cannot hide the color of anger when they walk on the earth from which our trees grow.” He continues. The tribe’s elders and warriors gather closer to hear CopperTongue’s story. “This time, they come to steal the shining plants at the Great Mother’s Lagoon,” he adds.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”