Quicksand Novels & Stories

I muttered. "Milady please watch out for any sign of quicksand-" Stefan was too late. I felt my feet sinking into wet dirt. It was thick and heavy, clamping around my boots like steel. I sucked in a much needed breath and looked down. The mud reached my ankles but I could clearly see myself sinking down further. "Milady!" Stefan shouts as I hear his quick running footsteps. "Rue!" Ares shouts rushing towards me. He stops, eyes dropping to stare at the mud which now I know was quicksand. I squeal in shock when the mud swallows another inch of me. My heart thuds and without thinking I try to move.

The blood-red quicksand hadn't just trapped all of them where they stood. It also had a terrifying suction, and it was sucking out all their vital energy. "W-What is this?" Rodney was petrified. Although he was in the lowest realm among them, even he could see that there was something very strange about the blood-red quicksand. It might even turn him into a desiccated corpse. "Bloodrealm Quicksand! This is a mystic spell from Demongate that was lost long ago," Sebastian said impassively.

Marco sighed, folding his arms. Next, the roll call took place, and when we were done, the Silvermoon pack enforcer cleared his throat loudly, getting our attention. “One last thing I forgot to mention,” He announced. “The sand has the same illusion as quicksand. So if you are not fast enough, you will get drawn into it. Once you are submerged into it about half your waist down, you will be awarded zero points.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Marco exclaimed with a hand clap. “This is gonna be so fun.”

Natsu thought as he bent and felt the ground realizing that the place his legs is in was like a mud. This made Natsu take in deep breaths as he screamed, "Someone, anyone, help!!!" While he panicked realizing that he was in a quicksand. "I can't die now" Natsu thought as he tried pulling the rope. "I get the fact that this rope is very elastic but please reach your limit and stop me from falling down, please" Natsu said as he continued sinking into the quicksand. Natsu began to panic as he began to shout, "Become stiff already, don't stretch, come on, just stop becoming longer, freeze!!!"

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Dawn slowly breaks in the horizon as the first rays of the sun peeked from behind the mountains beyond. Keron watched the thermometer gauge of his display link to see the gradually increasing temperature. If he was a mortal with no protective suit, he would have fell sick because of the chilly wind that blew in the air. A portion of the green desert now became purple as the sun rose in the horizon. Pillars of sand flew as the passing wind carried them up. The grains battered against the plates of their armor while they walked. Aran momentarily looked behind to see the long trails they have left.

The sand that was caught by the spiritual Qi net suddenly decreased quickly. When it was almost done, the calm sand suddenly boiled and stirred violently. At first glance, it was like countless snakes swimming wildly in the sand, making people feel creepy. Seeing this scene from afar, Handsome widened its eyes in surprise. "I knew it." Caspian suddenly withdrew the net. Immediately, the remaining sand rolled down from the sky like a flood. In the rushing sand sea, it could be seen clearly that there were many gray-haired demonic beasts about a foot long, like mice, flying rapidly in the sand.

Her impromptu plan was successful but when she’s on the air, a very strong big wave of sand slap her that made her cover with the sand. While Keiynan is also trying to use his power, too, to escape but it was still useless because when he nearly actually escapes, although he give all his strength but the sand grabs his feet and slam him on the ground that made the prince weak and feeling losing his vision. Then an enormous explosion of sand from underneath rise up likes a thrown bomb. A giant gold fading brown with an eighth legs and a pair of grasping pedipalps and the narrow-segmented tail, often carried in a characteristic forward curve over the back, ending with a venomous stinger. . . A

It was as if he had stumbled into a realm of pure enchantment and wonder. "Where am I?" Scar exclaimed, his deep voice echoing through the surreal surroundings. He ventured forward, unable to shake off the feeling that it might all be an elaborate dream. But curiosity propelled him deeper into the unfamiliar territory until, suddenly, he found his self stepping onto a treacherous patch of quicksand. "No, no, no..." Scar protested, his attempts to free his self only resulting in sinking deeper into the shifting ground. Panic surged within him as he struggled against the relentless grip of the quicksand, desperate for escape.

Quicksand made of industrial sludge. We skirted the skeletal ribs of an ancient aircraft, the metal stripped bare by scavengers. Then, the lights. "Ghost Lights," I whispered. Patches of luminescent fungi clung to the underside of a collapsed overpass. They pulsed with a sickly, pale green rhythm. "Pretty," Viggo murmured, reaching out. "Don't." I slapped his hand down. "They grow on methane vents. You touch that, the spore cloud will liquefy your lungs in three minutes."