Mudsdale Shiny Novels & Stories

to me. A salty breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the sea. In this unfamiliar city, the past slowly blurred, fading into the distance. It turns out, even the deepest love and the fiercest hatred will eventually be worn down by time into nothing but a sigh. But some sighs come far too late. Outside the window, snowflakes fell in silence, like shattered stardust scattered by fate, lighting the road that led me to my new life. The End

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 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.

The herbs in this forest are useless. "Jump in the puddle of mud ,it will mask your scent for a while."my wolf instructs me . I look at the puddle of mud in front of me and I jump in with force . I get up slowly from the puddle. I'm drained from head to toe and any normal person wouldn't recognize me . "I'm going to find you little bitch and when I do I'm going to kill you infront of your mate !"he screams with an evil tone that sends chills to my body

"Dorian, by the Moon Goddess, tell me... what on earth is Iqxe Mud? Where can I find it?" Dorian leaned back, his expression a mix of pure awe and deep anxiety for the heavy destiny hanging over my son. "Iqxe Mud is an incredibly rare, ancient substance hidden deep within the misty swamps of the south, a place that never sees the sun, Luna," Dorian explained in a hushed whisper. So, the very same mud Esthenel had mentioned was the most crucial ingredient for the ward. The Seer really was always spot on with his prophecies.

The drag of his own footsteps over the sand. So he walked. The place had no measure. No wind. No scent he could trust. Just darkness and the weak path of light beneath his feet. He walked until a slick patch broke the line of sand ahead—a shallow pool of thick black liquid, dull as tar. Gildeon crouched and reached toward it, touching the surface with the tip of one claw. It looked like tar. It did not smell like tar. The pool moved. A wet arm burst out of it—scaled, clawed, shaped too much like his own.

Caspian's eyes did not flash at all, as if the wailing and screams around him did not exist at all. Under the attack of the Taiyi Fire Saber, the river water was cut off, revealing the thick mud below. The mud was like ink, sticky like a swamp, making one feel indescribably sinister and strange. As the heat wave rolled up, the mud was instantly burned dry, and then broke like an egg shell. Countless bones burst out from the mud. But Caspian's eyes were fixed on the lower part of the mud. There were traces of heaven and earth fluctuations there.