Swamp Story Novels & Stories

The edge of the woods could be seen, and this time, they readied the coffee shooting reeds. To get to the swamp located on the map, they had to avoid getting injured by blue slimes. It was going to be difficult but not impossible now that they had experienced it. “Try not to anger any spiders this time,” Charlie joked, even if the trauma was still fresh in his mind and the three boys readied the weapons.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

"Pull back, Kaelor! The Delta’s shifting—the ground is turning to liquid!" Aradaa’s voice shredded the humid air, sharp and desperate. He gripped a gnarled mangrove root, his knuckles white and trembling. The swamp water was no longer just black; it was a churning, oily red, swallowing the boots of the scavenger wolves. Kaelor didn't stop. He was a bronze blur in the fog, his flaming blade carving a path through the Sanguine Court’s frontline.

Feeling lonely and sad. The Creek Star Pack was known for his strength and strong warriors; a part of it they were also recognize for the beauty of their pack which was not just covered by the trees instead on their north side it was the series of mountains that had snow covered on the top of their peaks hence making the pack one of the coolest and mesmerizing.

I quickly shift and take off, limping slightly from my injured limb. I hear Axel shout, and the truck skids to a stop, but I’m deep in the underbrush before he has a chance to exit the driver’s side door. The scent of the swamp lures me toward its watery oasis, so I put on more speed. I long to disappear into the misty wetlands, hide for a while, and find my way back to the triplets. Thoughts of them are the only thing that’s keeping me going. A few minutes later, a large black wolf rockets

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.

“Sure sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Claire chuckled as she took a swig of her drink. Max followed suit almost immediately after. The drink itself was a simple local-made fermented grain drink. It was pretty much this settlement’s specialty. They called it Swampwater, and was derived from one of the many grasses that grew on the fen. The brewers even used the exact same water that the plants grew on, which made it doubly true to its name. The drink itself was bitter and earthy, with strong grassy notes to bind it all together. It wasn’t unpleasant, but wasn’t the most amazing drink ever.

“It just can’t be.” I thought that Reive would to refute me. However, he just let his eyes linger on me and then turned away. The corners of his mouth curled up a little. “If you say so. Let it be just joking.” I didn’t understand if he was telling the truth or not. After a couple of minutes, we came upon a wide swamp. The surface was overgrown with duckweed and waterweeds but dark reed candles were standing up around the edges. Reive was the first to get to the water. He moved the grass aside and dipped his hands in the water.

They are not that heavy one at a time, but 5 tents, with all of their poles and things. "Hello love, My night was okay. Kinda boring up on the wall, nothing really happened, there was a few gators in the swamp, but that's about it. And you already know about the storm, so you are all caught up on my end. What about you? How is the prep going?" I ask her as we walk towards the castle to put the tents in storage.

My legs had completely turned to jelly; my body was entirely reliant on his strong arms to keep me upright as I melted against him under the pounding water. “Lu... Lucien... not too hard...” I whimpered, my head sinking heavily against his wet shoulder as the maddening lust completely took over my body. I was desperately struggling to stay sane, but his fingers were stretching my unfamiliar limits, building a frantic, relentless rhythm that pushed me right to the ragged edge. “Don’t worry, little swan,” He murmured, pressing a hot kiss into the crook of my neck. “I’ll make sure the first time you bleed, it will be on my cock.”