Swamp Novels & Stories

"But you smell like a walking war camp, Vivian. You look completely exhausted from dealing with my big, serious brothers. You need to clear your head. And honestly, so do I." I pointed my finger toward the east side of the valley. Just past the tree line lay the treacherous marshlands, a huge, dangerous swamp area full of deep mud holes, hidden quicksand, and slippery moss rocks. It was a place where one wrong step could drop a heavy horse into a watery grave.

* Fatima and stella were sitting in the cosy room busy in their work when questions started to disturb her mind. “can I ask you few questions, like if you don’t mind answering them?” asked stella. “yeah, feel free” Fatima smiled. “I wanted to ask you that what does your greeting mean, I mean salaam? Stella asked her nervously. “it means peace on you, and in return we say walaikum-asslam which means peace on you too” replied Fatima. “nice meaning” stella complemented. “do you need to pray to god every day?” she continued.

Seven stones were lined up and an average volume of water was stopped around the surface. Jungwoo was going to step into the water rather than on rocks. He was under the impression that the water was not deeper. The swamp was mixed with water and ready to draw anyone in. TaeHwan immediately arrested him and forewarned, 'Do not walk in water or any moisturising surface. Some peatlands are not as hazardous as that, but some are'.

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

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?"

If Morticia could successfully defeat its leader and incorporate it into Sea Dragon Palace, then the strength of Sea Dragon Palace would definitely be more powerful. … On the other side of the Godly Region, Darryl and Cloud Spirit had finally reached the Northwest territory of the demons after flying for a while, which was not far away from the Black Swamp. Looking at the environment in front of him, Darryl took a deep breath. The Black Swamp was almost as big as Jadeite Fairyland. Black silts and overgrown plants were everywhere while showing many unknown dangers. Moreover, the Black Swamp was co

************* Deep in the southern edge of neutral territory. The guys slogged through knee-deep mud, branches whipping their faces as the smell of wet moss and bog water choked the air. “I hate this already,” Thorne muttered, flicking a mosquito off his neck. “Why is it always a swamp? Why can’t witches live somewhere normal, like—oh, I don’t know—a house?” “She does live in a house,” Tyler grumbled, pushing aside a tree limb. “It’s just...sinking. Slowly. And possibly alive.”

-Come on- I get up and give her the backpack again - You hold on tight, okay?- she nods and I turn to let her up. I start to run with the fresh smell of the wet grass from the humidity of the night. The cold wind hits my face and the mist from the exhalations leaves a harmonious effect with my surroundings. A little later a brown wolf is coming at full speed towards me, a guardian of King Moon, who how do I know? He is wearing a red collar, which identifies him as a guardian of

They only had some glow sticks and torches as a source of light. The dark passage looked like an unground cave. The ceiling of the passage had a swampy texture. They both were wandering knee-deep in the swamp's water. They realized that the swamp was exceedingly dirty. Mosses, algae, and filth were flowing on the water surface, but Creed realized the water was not stagnant. It was flowing in some direction. This had given him hope, so he started moving downstream. "This place is spooky!" Jia started a conversation again. "Don't you think so?"

“Hey, we all have jobs. Why not give her one? I mean, if you don’t want her cleaning up after us, I can think of another job she could do on her hands and knees.” I ignore him and storm ahead, trying to erase the image he put in my brain. Being outside always calms me. I love where we live, though maybe not the mosquitoes and chiggers that bite the shit out of us. The land on the edge of the swamp is a magical place. I love the smell of the cypress trees, the wildflowers and herbs that grow around here, even the smell of the swamp itself. Humans think the swamp stinks, but unless you’re mucking ar