Mudsdale Shiny Novels & Stories

Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate. "Look sharp, we're already home." Alexander said suddenly, startling me a bit. I pulled myself from my naughty thoughts and looked around: the grassy plains we'd been crossing was giving way to a settlement now. Houses sprang up along the dirt road we were crossing—small, homely houses with female wolves doing their washing at the back and little wolves playing at the front. Immediately Alexander's horse walked in, they all chanted: "Alpha! Alpha!" I watched as Alexander waved to his people with a smile. I looked around, catching a few stares thrown my way. Some were curious, others were pla

It was all so fascinating. When April finally returned she was carrying a basket full of herbs in one hand. And in the other hand, she was carrying a rabbit-sized beast which looked like a mole but had a carapace that looked like dried-up mud with cracks in between. Silver recognized that magical beast. It was mud-mole, rank B magical beast with a very strong defence. Silver always thought that the name of the beast was too generic. How had she managed to kill the thing? April did not even have a scratch on her. Not even mud stained her body. She had her blonde hair tied up in a bun and her light green eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

I opened my eyes and saw him carefully pulling something from his hunting bag. It was a small, rare spirit beast—still writhing in his hands. A Moonshadow Mink. It lived only on the most treacherous cliff faces, its fur shifting color under moonlight. "I just secured the East Valley," he said softly, a boyish pride slipping into his tone as he placed the struggling creature beside my pillow. "The hunting grounds there are unbelievably rich—streams full of fat fish. I'm planning to build a nursery for our future pups there. We'll call it the New Moon Cradle."

The Shardlands were unlike any place Aria had ever seen. Shards of crystal jutted from the cracked earth like the spines of a great beast, each one refracting not just light, but memory. Beneath a sky of fractured moons and bleeding clouds, the landscape shimmered with a thousand versions of itself—past, present, and future folding into one. It was a place where time bled, and the truth shattered. Aria stepped forward cautiously, Kael by her side, Lena and Tarek trailing close behind. Their Rootbound allies had refused to come this far. Even the flame-warded scouts had turned back at the edge of the crystal border.

A humanoid? A large mound of clay or soil stood next to me. It wasn’t a pile of dirt, the mud monster had the shape of a large man. A ripped mud man stared down at me. Or at least, looked like it was staring down at me. He or it didn’t have eyes, but his chin was low and it felt like he was watching me. Ripping my gaze from the monster, I turned to look at Jade. She stared back at me with distaste. Jade yawned as if she were bored. I couldn’t help but bite down on my bottom lip. A metallic taste filled my mouth as I focused back on mud man. Think, think, think. What do I do?

However, things were slightly different this time. When the Mudstone team left their fifth palace with twenty-five treasures, a dazzling light appeared in the distance, bathing the entire secret realm into a white hue. Adrian and the people behind him were stunned by the sight. "Has anyone ever encountered anything like this before?" Adrian asked.

The Gravel-Lands announced themselves with a change in the ground that you felt before you saw it. The marsh's soft substrate gave way to shale — hard, irregular, the kind of terrain that had no interest in being comfortable and made that clear with every step. The shale was mixed with mineral deposits that caught the early morning light at angles that made the ground look like it was embedded with glass, which was not inaccurate given the quartz content. Silas was looking at it with the expression he had when the stone radar was active and receiving.

The ground beneath the sled turned into a liquid-grey grid, and the sky flickered from bruised purple to a sterile, blinding white. ​While the Vanguard engaged the Inquisitors in a frantic, high-velocity dance of shadow and light, Aris scrambled toward the Shard. It sat at the center of a mile-wide crater, a jagged monolith of "Raw-Silver" that hummed with a sound like a choir of a million dying stars. The air around the Shard was so dense with energy that Aris’s hair began to glow with a soft, violet bioluminescence.

Yara and the others knew that Chase had accepted the sand people's request to help them get revenge by killing Shale. They were here to repay the debt now that Shale was dead. As expected, Chase's sea of consciousness received the thanks of the King of Sandom. He focused, and a golden scroll appeared in his sea of consciousness. The scroll contained the history of Sandom. Chase read it carefully. He realized that the ancient battlefield was really Mars. However, it was not the same Mars he was familiar with. It was an image derived from the Light Divine Pearl from ancient history. In other words, it was a parallel world.

To the average eye, it looked like ordinary sand. But Ye’s voice shifted. “There. Do you see it?” Arla frowned. “What?” “Look again. The grains near the edge of the pool. They're forming lines. Four of them.” Arla squinted. Slowly, as though swept by a phantom breeze, four distinct paths of darker sand snaked outward from the tidepool, bending into an almost perfect diamond.