Quicksand Novelas e Histórias

I instictively knew that once I was in her light that I would be safe. But I couldn't move. My body was trapped in quicksand. I would die a slow death, right here, right now. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. I wanted to fight but something inside of me told me not to. Like a literal voice telling me to let go and give in. That's when the warm and calming scent I'd come to rely on and ache for and love, surrounded me. The quick sand felt like heavy cement, getting heavier and pulling me under even more rapidly now. The sliver of the moon was barely noticeable.

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."

His eyes blazed a fierce yellow, his palm raised toward the heavens. Suddenly, the earth quaked with a life of its own. The quicksand, birthed from barrels he'd employed earlier, surged and writhed with an eerie animation. The noise of its movement echoed like the shattering of glass. It gurgled, it oozed, it hissed. The enemies were quick to sense the ground's unsettling movement, the power borne of Borracho's will. Swiftly, they launched themselves away from the encroaching danger, leaping onto boulders and rocky outcroppings.

I would see this through to the end. I looked down at my feet. The muscles were clearly observable, already beginning their work to regenerate the scorched tissue. Still, I forced myself to take a step toward the next obstacle: the Quicksand. This time, I had no strategy prepared. Madame Koraline had mentioned it relied on arm strength, so I latched onto that single clue. Yet, as I stepped onto the sand, which immediately began to engulf me, I realized how painfully weak my arms were. I couldn't lift myself, not even when I desperately tried to grab onto the stable edge of the pit.

Door. A huge explosion was heard from within. Quicksand grains clump and bounce, scattering on the wet ground of the forbidden forest. Asmodeus managed to make the quicksand die and harden until he could no longer suck his body any further. Asmodeus came out with a very angry face.

Yuki said while glancing across everyone. “What could be underground?” Lawen asked. “Well, there’s the scorpions but those things wouldn’t be able to screech like that. That screech was fear inducing, similar to what the tamsarah did to you, Matthew.” Yuki looked at him for a moment. “Low class monsters like those scorpions are not able to cause such an event.” “So what exactly caused that?” Lawen asked further. Yuki paused for a moment. “Ever heard of the Sand King?”

I looked down, and then my heart skipped. Quicksand. “No…no…no…no…” I panicked, trying hard to pull myself out. But then, the worst happened. I sank further, the sand swallowing me up to my ankle. Now I could only wiggle my knees, and the more I did that, the more I was slowly slowly swallowed by the sand. I whipped my head around, hoping he had gotten lost just like I have. But unfortunately, he wasn’t. In the far distance, I saw the dark brown wolf emerge from behind the trees, sprinting in my direction.

The ground beneath me gave way, and I screamed as I fell into a deep abyss. “No!” I cried, my voice echoing into the emptiness as I plummeted. Just as I was about to give up, I landed on something. It was sticky, muddy, and unnervingly moist. I tried to move, but my legs were stuck. Trapped. That’s when the light appeared. Flames erupted around me, casting an orange glow across the dark void. I realized, with growing horror, that I was sinking into quicksand. The mud was thick and unrelenting, already up to my stomach.

The only thing she could make out of the figure's face was the flash of something sharp in its hand—a knife, a gun or something else entirely. She was aware that her dad was in danger. With a desperate voice, she yelled, “Dad, run!” For a moment, her father turned to face her, his face contorted in pain. “Marie, please leave this place”. But she was unable to. She refused to. Her bare feet thumping the cold ground, she pushed against the unseen weight that held her down and pushed herself forward. Just a few steps away, she was very close. Then under her father’s feet the earth moved. The air was filled with a deep, wet gurgling noise. The ground parted, engulfing his legs as he plunged into

Every last one in that area. Turning from his kill he bounded for the small red wolf, Poppy, he could tell by her smell. Instead of screaming like the rest, she closed her eyes and muttered something. Apparently she was going to accept her fate. Easy for him, but no fun. Before he reached her though, the sand around his feet began swirling, and sinking, taking him with it. Somehow the floor of the arena had turned into a quicksand pit. Stephan roared and clawed at the shifting floor, trying to find a purchase for his claws so he could pull himself out of the ever deepening vortex.