Quicksand Novelas e Histórias

Always thinking you are the kings of the world. The lead monster hit the quicksand trap at a full, terrifying sprint. It expected solid ground to launch itself at her. Instead, its heavy, hydraulic-like legs plunged knee-deep into the sudden mire. The beast’s forward momentum betrayed it, sending it pitching forward, its face slamming into the thick, suffocating mud. The two monsters behind it tripped over their fallen pack-mate, creating a chaotic pile-up of thrashing grey limbs at the mouth of the chokepoint.

When she was about to drive the car into the quicksand, she slammed the steering wheel, and she took advantage and made use of a large rock on the edge of the quicksand to drive the off-road desert vehicle back up the steep slope! However, the killers behind them did not expect this at all. They were all driving too fast, so they could not react in time and drove directly into the quicksand. The first car, the second car, followed by the fifth car and the eighth car. All of them fell into the quicksand without exception! The quicksand

Using them as ways to propel myself further, I begin to kick and stroke until I’m on dry land once again. Not wasting any time, I begin to move, running through the thick sand that is threatening to suck me in. "What the hell is this?" I growl, looking down to find that the earth beneath me is almost like quicksand. "A trap," I hiss, yanking my feet out only to have them sink again. Lifting my gaze, I take in the grass that is only a hundred yards away. I just needed to get there, and then I would be out of harm's way, but that didn’t mean that the rest of my group wouldn’t run into the same issue.

Nina slightly confirmed my thoughts with a nod and opened the box, and I saw a kind of sand there, but it was of a golden hue, a mix of silver and a soft purple hue, a mix of these three colors that made the sand iridescent. "Achilles, I need you to step back." Nina explained. My companion gave me another soft kiss and did as asked. Nina raised her hand, and the sand followed its course, enveloping me, and I felt a strange pain as the sand penetrated my skin, and gradually I could hear the sound of bones breaking, and I screamed.

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.

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.

“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.