Hemp Rope Novels & Stories

However, with just one forceful stomp from Alex, all the five ropes were instantly torn into pieces after receiving the Chi’s shock. “Nani?!” The ninjas were shocked. That was because the ropes of the rope darts were made of processed tendon ropes. They were as thick as a thumb and wouldn’t even break from pulling an object as heavy as a car. However, all the five ropes were torn into pieces due to the shock. ‘Is he still human?’ Whoosh! Relying only on his physical speed, Alex fiercely lunged forward with the speed of a devil. Alex instantly appeared in front of the leader and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up from the ground.

I strode towards it and sat on the chair. I tried opening it but silly me, the rope was still attached to it. It was a bit dirty but you can notice that it's a high quality rope. The hell with that. A high quality rope? What is it? One made up of dragon's whiskers? Slightly lightening my mood, I can still say that this rope seems old yet... qualified to be a top tier quality of rope.

I climbed on the bed, feeling extra exposed. “Now it’s time for the fun.” He said and walked around the bed, grabbed my left leg, and rested my arm on top of it. My skin prickled at his touch. He wrapped the rope around my wrist and ankle and knotted it. The rope was surprisingly soft against my skin. It was shiny too, which made me believe it wasn’t regular rope. “Wait… what is this?” Marion repeated the motion, this time around the top of my calf and the crease of my arm. “This is bamboo bondage rope. It shouldn’t burn or irritate your skin.”

He pulled out a golden rope that sparkled and hummed with power and held it high into the air. “This marriage binds these two young people as this rope binds them together now.” He had us lock hands, and he wrapped the rope around them, twining and linking us together. As he took the ends and knotted them, he said, “They come together as one.” The rope glowed brightly, burning hot, and in a sparkling light, it absorbed into our skin. There was a bond, a link, so much thicker than the mate bond before this. Caleb’s heartbeat was strong in my veins and mine in his.

Cai Kang is walking through a thick forest with sunlight shining through the leaves. She is feeling serene without anything to distract her thoughts. She continued walking until she saw a large cave with a ridiculously thick hemp rope used in Shinto shrines that block the entrance. “What the heck is this?” She said, wanting to touch the rope. “Don’t touch it or else it will sense you.”

but it was a long shot anyway. Over the next few minutes, I find myself humming as, sitting cross-legged in my spot by the wall, I plait together strips of semi-rotted linen into a 'rope', perhaps six feet long. The strips braided together have some real body and, experimentally, I heft it, tossing it from one hand to the other... Still a bit lightweight... I weave in a couple more strands, then try again... Better... But ideally, my rope could still use more weight.

"Ropes are inanimate objects; they only consist of nylon and jute fibers. So, there is no issue." What should a normal girl have done in this situation? Hold onto the rope, wait for the man to pull her up politely, and maybe look a little anxious. But I was Nova. I was a zero at social interactions, but when it came to physical mechanics and survival instincts, my brain operated like a computer.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

“Toss me the rope.” Jordy reaches into his pack and takes out the blue nylon rope the Marines and my friends used to cross the broken bridge where Kai had saved me from the two-headed cyclops. The rope is coiled, so he holds onto the loose end and tosses the rest up to Kai, who catches it with one hand. Kai keeps enough length to maintain a good grip on and lets the rest fall back down. “Up you go, Jordy,” Dad orders. “Watch Kai’s back for him.”

He wrapped the rope gently around my wrist and tied it firmly, but not too tight. “This is not just decoration,” he said. “This is a sign. A mark. When rogues see this, they will know who you are. They will not touch you. They won’t harm you. But you must show it quickly. Don’t wait. Don’t let fear freeze you. Show them.” I nodded slowly, looking down at it. It felt warm. Almost like it had its own heartbeat. Then Jemimah stepped closer and pulled something from her pocket. Another rope—but this one was different. It had threads of ash grey and dull gold twisted together. Not as shiny, but somehow stronger-looking.