Quicksand Novels & Stories

Miranda said with a chuckle. Tina got a bit mad at what she said and replied to her. “It's 2 meters long and 3 meters wide.” “Hmm, I see, it is easy to come out of. Exactly as I thought.” Miranda said, nodding her head with a smile on her face. “ What are you smiling about?” “Hm? Nothing.” Half of Miranda’s body was already inside the quicksand, the black scorpions and snakes were already surrounding her but she didn't mind and kept looking around.

Flera growled even more as the soft mud reached as far as their chin. Even Yassi couldn't help but feel panic. It seems that with all the danger they faced, they would die in quicksand. She could no longer speak to encourage Flera because her head quickly sank into the quicksand. But just a few seconds later they were completely submerged in the quicksand when suddenly someone pulled her arms up. She and Flera were pulled up because she held one of her hands and did not let go. They both coughed when they finally got out of the quicksand. They were so covered in mud

I asked him. "Well it's..." He replied. "Wrong! My mother is still very much alive you imposter!" I screamed and immediately started running away as fast as my legs could go. I wasn't ready to watch another disgusting transformation. No way in hell. As I ran I felt my legs get stuck in something. I looked down and saw that I was standing over black quick sand. I started to scream and struggle but it only made me sink faster and fast. Soon I couldn't scream anymore as the sand had already covered my mouth.

Quicksand was one of the many dangers found in the Land of Despair. Once caught, it was extremely difficult to escape from, almost borderline impossible to be exact. Leaves, dust, and rocks were all blown away as the prince’s attack made its way towards the defenseless Zephyr. ‘You’re dead now!’ the guardian thought as he sent out another bladed attack. He knew Zephyr had to be killed here. He was too powerful to be left alive. He was too powerful for a measly sixteen-year old. Never had he seen so many fighters be felled just like that. Were Zephyr given time to grow and train, his destiny path would be infinite.

We began the laborious walk out into the sand hills, the ground slipping away from beneath us, and the sand ranging from hot to burning. “The sands can grow so hot that they become glass,” the woman said. “See, look,” she picked up a piece juggling it from hand to hand to cool it, before passing it around. “The lighter the sand, the looser it is underfoot, and where you see these, you know that the sand has become very hot, and may still hold that heat.” “I think the soles of my boots are melting,” the younger man commented. “Very likely,” the woman agreed. “The sands can burn the skin so be wary.”

Zane looked at a large sand table in front of him and drew a circle with a bamboo stick, saying, "It's here. This place is a rare hill in the desert. They are situated high above and have the advantage, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. There are also quicksands nearby, making it hard for our troops to approach." Quintin also looked at this terrain. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "If there weren't quicksands here, the difficulty of attacking would be greatly reduced. Soldiers wearing heavy armor would find it challenging to move through the quicksands. They can firmly oc

Nothing comes out of my mouth. Fuck. I try to run towards him, but I am stuck. To my horror, I realize that I am standing in quicksand. No, no, no, move damnit! I will with all my might, struggling to move my feet. I need to get to Hunter I need to pull him back from the light. It takes a tremendous amount of willpower and effort and finally, I manage to move one foot. I can do this! But just as I lift my foot, a bony hand with decaying flesh suddenly shoots up from the quicksand and grabs my foot. Its grip was strong.

When moving inside he heard a whimper maybe that person also heard someone’s footstep so tried to make some noise. Adair saw a man bleeding badly both legs under a big stone, probably when he was finding a way out second earth quack takes place and that stone landed on his legs, Adair put his bag aside and tried to move that big stone after he exhausted his complete energy to remove that stone from man’s legs.

“You should be patient. Start small. Use sigils, you’ll get there faster. There’s a reason they were created.” “Manufactured.” “What?” “Manufactured. Sigils were… never mind.” He placed the perfect halves of the staff next to each other, picked up the knife, and got to his feet. “I whispered my quick cast.” As he moved, Ariadne followed beside him. “There’s no way you could’ve been calm enough to whisper a quick cast that worked. It’s just not…” she shook her head. “It’s impossible.” He held out his hand to the space between them, linked with the sand, and whispered very softly, “Quicksand.” The sand that filled the space between them suddenly dipped like a de

Panic fills me immediately and I take a step back moving out of it's reach as white wisps like flow upwards towards my hands. "No, stay away" I tell it, fanning away the small billows that move towards me. Some manage to wrap around my feet and I feel as if the ground has someone become soft and sandy, Pulling me downwards. They continue to wrap, back and forth, hand and waist while I use my other to fan the smokey assailant, it's arms crumbling before reforming once more. I can't scream, voice stuck in my throat, sinking further into the quick sand that has become my room, until I'm fully covered and falling through thick darkness.