Swamp Novels & Stories

He took deep breaths, recovering from the nightmare he just had. Standing up, he walked into the night, through the waist high bushes and thick mud towards the gushing sound of running water. There was a thick mist rising through the trees, the damp air carrying with it the smell of rotten leaves. Nothing was as it seemed, and yet, nothing was odd to Cory. Not even the moon that fell too close to the earth, staying just few centimeters above the top of the trees, following his every movement.

Raz groaned. “The map says it goes through swamplands” Lizz said tracing a path on the map she held. “And?” Raz shrugged. “Beasts live in swamplands?” Lizz squeaked. “That way has more monsters than this way” Raz said pointing with his head. “What monsters live that way?” Lacey asked. “Thousands of men belonging to Culex, worst monsters in this world” Raz continued. “As in THE Culex?” Lacey asked, Minet also seemed to be shocked.

“We’ve identified the poison, but we don’t have the antidote for it. It’s a very rare poison made specifically for werewolves of the royal bloodline. We can make the antidote, but for that, we need a flower that only grows in the Deadly Swamp. It’s a rare flower, so the chances of finding it are not good.” The Deadly Swamp was located on the southern border of the werewolf kingdom. It was hard to venture into and home to many dangerous predators. Between the unnavigable muddy waters and the thick vegetation, it was near impossible to get around. That combined with the fact that the flower was rare made it seem like an impossible

SPLASH! A disgusting, squishy sound, the car jerks, then stops. Heavy silence settles, we both freeze, breathing hard. “Did we just—” “Yes.” Another pause, still way too close. I blinked and looked around. “…Are we in a swamp?” He looks out, then back at me. “…Marsh.” “THIS IS NOT BETTER!” I push slightly off him, trying to sit up, only to hear a wet squelch sound. I froze, fear settling in now.

I looked up, ready to fight whatever had dropped me here. The growl died in my throat. This was not my forest. The air was thick, humid, and smelled faintly of rot and stagnant water. I stood in a swampy morass. Around me, ancient, skeletal trees clawed at a sky that was neither day nor night, but a bruised, hazy gray. Ruins of colossal stone structures jutted from the muck, covered in weeping moss. The only light came from strange, bulbous mushrooms that glowed with sickly blue and yellow neon, casting long, shivering shadows. A shallow river of sludge wound through the alien landscape, reflecting the eerie light.

Suddenly the rope began vibrating as the rope was showing signs of reaching its limit, as the block holding the knife pulled out and went towards Natsu direction with lots of speed and force. As the rock came in contact with the swamp, a very loud noise was heard as it echoed through out the forest. Booommmm!!!! Immediately the rock landed on the swamp, it caused the swamp to splash, as it looked like a large bomb exploding underwater, causing a big splash which made it to spread out. The rock broke as the blade continued moving into the swamp heading towards Natsu.

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

We reached the other side of the forest and stopped at the bank of the forbidden lake, of which I wasn’t sure if it was a lake or… a swamp. “It doesn’t look like a lake at all.” I scanned the whole place with my werewolf eyes and saw through the darkness that the middle of the black, muddy lake was absolutely bubbling. There was something in it that was breathing underneath the water and mud. Whatever it was, I never wanted to know. [Where do we start searching?] Alec asked. He was the biggest of the three. I felt his power thrumming all over him like an electric wave.

Ignoring his question. "I don't know what he does. I don't keep track of his every move." I scoff. Such a prick. "You need to warn your pack not to step foot at the swamp," I explain. "The swamp is clouded with the miasma that anyone close to it will become a feral." "Feral?" He questions the word. "What are you talking about?" Did he or anyone in the pack live under a rock? "Have you not known what is going on for the past two months?"

"The swamps are dangerous. Unstable ground, sinkholes, creatures that have not been seen in centuries. She is trying to lose us." "Then we do not let her." Niklas checked the blade at his hip, his face hard. "She has caused enough death. It ends today." They moved through the forest quickly, following the trail of blood and broken branches. The trees grew thinner as they approached the swamps, replaced by twisted willows and ancient cypresses whose roots rose from the water like grasping fingers. The air grew thick and heavy, humming with insects and the distant call of birds that sounded almost like laughter.