Swamp People: Blood And Guts Novels & Stories

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

But trying to extract it without resistance would be almost impossible, as the swamp itself produced damage to his gatherers. "It would be too hard to collect iron, so copper is my best bet. But i need to extract it, Gigabeetles and snails aren't the best options, so i have to look at other insects." He murmured to himself, looking at his notes. He had a page with a lot of insects and monsters he saw on the swamp, but almost all of them got crossed out. The majority of them due to the dangers, but some of them for their ineffectiveness. The best example of the second group was the ghost slime, who was a blob of black tar that crept forward, unperturbed. It was the same that David found in hi

Adrian looked at Alexis with a small smile that appear on his face just about right now on there actually. Alexis, who was silent for a moment on there, thought for a little moment and began to recall the things that Adrian already had said to herself before. And not long after all of that, Alexis started nodding her head in so slowly movement. "Of course, I remember about all of that things. You said that good humans usually have a very delicious smell of blood. While evil humans usually have a normal smell of blood. Not too tasty, but not too bad to drink either actually. But when I tasted that man's blood, I couldn't even think for a second. Or even just to reminisce about all of the thin

She's probably worried about Sarah as much as I am. SARAH'S POV I woke up in a dark dirty alley filled with old hungry haggard looking men, they were wearing rags and some of them lay on the bare floor unconcerned about the state of the ground. As I continued to stare in confusion, unaware of where I am or who I am, the old men's attention were drawn towards me, they looked at me like I was an alien then one of them managed to blurt out.

Laura whispered into the wind, knowing her voice would carry through their shared bond. "Lorenzo’s scouts have crossed into the southern swales. And they are walking straight into a trap." ​Miles away from the safety of the highlands, the landscape transformed into a suffocating labyrinth of twisted willow trees, stagnant black water, and thick, choking fog. ​Lorenzo led a small, elite squad of border scouts along a narrow, muddy trail winding through the heart of the Dark Swamps. Their boots splashed softly against the murky water, and their hands rested nervously on the hilts of their silver swords. The air smelled of rotting vegetation and sulfur—an unmistakable sign of corrupted sorcery.

Otherwise, the miasma would invade their bodies, and they would surely die. There were still some places that looked like lawns. But in fact, there was a bottomless swamp below the surface. Once people accidentally stepped in, the swamp would instantly suck them in as if it had a weird strong attraction. It could even engulf those Core Forming Realm cultivators and make them one of the ghosts at the bottoms of the swamp.

, Samuel growled, and in a split second, he jumped to the motionless white figure. "For heaven’s sake!", she heard him from a distance as he yelled with disgust and pain in his voice. Bianca immediately approached him, disobeying his words. The view was terrifying. Before she said anything, she threw up on Samuel’s feet. In front of them stood a white snowman made of three white snowballs. But not the snowman itself made her feel nauseous, but what was inside it. The bottom ball was covered with dark and warm blood melting the snow. The blood flooded from the middle ball, and the human guts ripped into pieces hung loosely like spaghetti. All the organs from the inside were spilt around like

Damien's breath hitched audibly, composure melting. Even I, who had to be quiet, couldn't help a small gasp. These corpses were thoroughly shrunken, as though every last drop of water, blood and whatever fluid in them were sucked out. Their countenances were in a forever state of horror and I could see huge, fattened maggots crawling in and out of their orifices. “Tell me you have seen such a thing happen before, alpha, and I will fall upon my sword for disturbing your peace.”

Then came the rope climb, the beast of the course. The ropes hung like vipers, slick with sweat and grime. The moment my fingers closed around the rough, frayed fiber, my palms burned. I gritted my teeth and hauled myself up, muscles straining and arms trembling. Below, a few Alphas slipped and fell, their cries sharp as they hit the mud. But then, I looked down. Wait. Why was the mud… moving? A sickening realization struck. “It's swamp,” Phina whispered in my mind, her voice a cold shiver down my spine.

”Materials, Methods, Men and Money, are all you need” Marina The smell of sweat, malt and barley struck my nose so heavily because I was unprepared. Subconsciously, my left hand flew to my nostrils to act as a filter. It did nothing to help by the way.