Quicksand Novels & Stories

Ammon said, struggling to grasp her hand. 'It's the quicksand, which means this isn't any ordinary quicksand,' she thought as she was completely pulled in. "Master! " Ammon yelled as he was pulled in completely as well.

The earth responds to her sovereign command, instantly drying the suffocating mud into harmless, crumbly sand that frees our trapped warriors. With a sound like a collective sigh rushing across a desert plain, the thick, heavy slurry hardens, cracks, and crumbles into loose, dry earth in a matter of seconds. The suction vanishes entirely, allowing our winter wolves and human warriors to easily shake off the dust and climb out of the dry basins onto solid ground.

at this point, I wished that this was not another wicked illusion conjured by the forest to further torment us, I hoped that the three men rushing towards my mother and I with concerned looks on their faces were really here and not also lost in the forest, dealing with different nightmares of their own. They all caught up with us, Javier was in the lead, and without hesitation, he ran across the quicksand and reached me. “Be careful, it will trap you too!” I shouted in warning but it was too late, he had already reached me and what was more surprising, he wasn’t sinking either. “What are you people experiencing right now?” Bastien asked heading cautiously for

It's still there. Hope putting a bounce in my step, we walk across another fantastical landscape. The ground is made of giant river stones, perfectly fit together to create an infinite cobblestone road. Each “stone” is painted red, burnt orange, and yellow while tiny, multi-colored pebbles cover the road. It feels like walking across the sand dunes after a rainstorm. There’s spiny, green cactus growing all over the place. They're so tall that they look like they're reaching out to the sky. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur and an odd mixture of burning wood and decaying vegetation.

"I'm wouldn't go counting my chickens' old-timer. My sand is no ordinary sand, it's special magnetic sand I created myself. It's mixed in with metals, fangs, scales, claws, and bones from hundreds of powerful energy beasts. The mana concentration of my sand is not something regular sand can compete with. It is quality and not quantity that will determine this fight." "Then let us see how true your theory is," Milton waved his hand and the sea of sand rose like a tsunami and dropped. Ryan waved his hand and his black sand rose and formed a beautiful pavilion above his head. The pavilion was around 2,000 square feet and 100 ft high. The sand tsunami fell on the pavilion, but nothing happened.