The Jungle Novel Novels & Stories

Wild life of two deers having the dun of their lives causes Lisa to blanch and quickly flicked the channel to a child-friendly show: Miraculous Ladybug. No one is too old for that show. "Did you tell her about us coming over?" Jin inquires, setting the plastic bags he was carrying above the coffee table. "Yeah. Tried shaking her. Dumped a bucket of water too but you know how she is. Even if we had an alien invasion I doubt she'd still wake up." All Xel can do is give a nod in understanding. It's already been a year since he's last introduced himself so it's only natural that he'd pick up the hint along the way.

No, three men. They came out of nowhere in wolf-like costumes and sliced off the head of the zombie dressed character with a large sword while Jasper was struggling to be free of him. Jasper’s first thought was that he’d stumbled into a gang war zone of some type. Gang battles were nothing to take lightly. Although death was often a result of such battles, beheading wasn’t something that he’d read about in the news.

Reunited: The jungle was dark and a deep green color. It held a coldness to it and it wasn't the temperature. It closed in and wrapped around them making it hard to move through the jungle. The vines seemed to want to tangle you up and stopped you from moving. They struggled to advance even though there was already a small charted path. It looked like it had been cut through only a day ago but already the jungle was trying to erase it. Jonah had pulled out his sword and began chopping at the branches and vines around him.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."

“Have you approached this zombie horde before?” Jasper asked as he and Ben slowly advanced toward a group of snarling and grotesque creatures who were once normal looking humans. “Or, any zombie horde for that matter?” “Nope,” Ben said as he steadfastly moved forward. “I’m banking on that venom in your veins coming to our aid.” Shocked by this remark and furious with himself for not having the foresight to ask the question before they set out on this fool’s mission, Jasper bellowed, “What?”

Then he grabbed more bags and left the jet. I appreciated that he didn’t make it awkward. I continued eating my sandwich, stealing a glance at Victoria. She looked healthier now—her cheeks had regained a rosy hue, and she no longer appeared as pale. Relief flooded through me, and I hoped she would wake up soon. Once everything was packed, we climbed into our rental car and drove through the jungle. Yes, a jungle. Wherever we were, there were no pine forests—this was entirely different from the part of the world we had come from. This was a real jungle, filled with new scents, animal sounds, and exotic plants. It was exciting and unfamiliar—I hadn’t expected us to travel this far.

The jungle did not relent. It tested them with carnivorous, snapping flowers that sprayed neuro-toxin pollen, with patches of ground that were actually colonies of symbiotic, burrowing insects, with a river they had to cross that teemed with translucent eels whose touch delivered a paralyzing electric shock.

They didn't know anything about the outside world, and the hopeless dilemma was wearing down his willpower. Now, the only thing that supported him to continue was that he Anne was still waiting for him. In the jungle, there was a rustling sound. Justin and Jenny, who were highly nervous, suddenly became alert. "Who is it?" The opponent did not answer, but kept moving forward. Justin straightened his arm and held the gun in his hand. He quickly crouched on the ground, and he went into the bushes and pulled out the people inside. "Don't, don't shoot!"

See you in the jungle. Just a few yards from the village the jungle pressed in, surrounding Ruth on all sides with a verdant ripe softness. There was a smell of heat, mildew, and something rich, like fruit cake. The humidity was incredible. Her shirt and shorts stuck to her wet skin. Rivulets of sweat trickled from under her hat band.

The last thing I needed was more doubt in my life. We were unmolested for the most part. Some insects buzzed about, but we saw no other animals, of any size. There were ponds of water and some berries which kept us going through the day. Joshaya insisted he had never seen these varieties before, but somehow knew which were poisonous and which weren’t. His false modesty was grating. The best part of a jungle, I’d say, are the abundant toilet facilities. Shit where you like, and plenty of large leaves to wipe yourself. When you live in a fantasy world, you get to relieve yourself in lots of new and interesting places.