Holy Rope Edible Novels & Stories

Lots of rope. He unhooked a chunk of rope that wasn’t too thick or too thin. He jerked a foot-long section of it between his hands. Plenty of give. Could use it for quite a few things. Might come in handy. A flash of inspiration struck him. He knew exactly how he could put the rope to good use. He draped it over his shoulder.

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.

), were the vines. They were everywhere. Thin, stringy ones; thick, throbbing ones like tentacles. Different colours, different textures. Some looked like plants, others like fleshy tubes. They ran from one object to the next. And the people, they had the most. Attached to them like spider legs, joining them together. Clumps around my group. Giant, binding ropes connecting the King to Laney, Maurice to Claire, Flossie to Dudley, Gabor to Roland.

Checking his surroundings, he scooted around to look at the Mandragora. Sarah’s pod had ominously sealed shut along the top of the mouth. The whole pod gently convulsed, a dark fluid flowing through its lower stalks and into the main plant body. Mike shivered, realizing that, if not for a memory, that would have been fate too. The Mandragora had left him presents. He was surrounded by more food, and another one of the coconut things to drink from. The Mandragora had also left him an old branch that was the perfect height and thickness for a hiking staff. Shaking his head in disbelief, he ate what little he could, drank the fluid from the hard shelled fruit, and tried to stand with the staff.

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.”

get brighter? “A fair bit, why? What do you want to know?” She gets up and grabs two packets of chips from her pantry and two tubs of dip from her fridge and puts them on the table in front of us. It’s probably a smart move for us to start eating something as so far all we’ve had is vodka. Maybe getting a little more sober will help me process everything from the pact to the bond that keeps flashing in front of me. “Did she ever talk about...seeing...I guess you could call it gold rope coming from wolves?” I’m frowning as I try to find the right words to explain what I mean. It’s a rope but not a rope...a cord?

I gripped the rope in my own hands, testing it, and felt my stomach twist when I found a clean cut near the fraying edge, not a natural wear but a deliberate slice partway through the fiber. "This was not an accident," I said, showing Kieran the cut end. His jaw tightened. "Someone tampered with the ropes before we left the surface." "Or someone among us is still working against us," Alexei said quietly, low enough that only Kieran and I could hear him over the warrior below calling up that he was unhurt. I said nothing, though the thought settled cold in my chest. Nine days until the eclipse, already down one usable rope, and now the certainty that whoever wanted this ritual to fail had rea

Then came the ropes. John used thick, soft hemp ropes the color of aged oak. He started with her wrists, binding them tightly together behind her back. The coarse fibers scraped sensually against her sensitive skin as he tightened each knot with firm, confident pulls. He wrapped the rope around her upper arms and torso in an intricate chest harness, the pressure making her full breasts swell and throb beautifully. Each loop was tightened slowly, the rope pressing deeper into her soft flesh until she whimpered from the intense, constant compression. He adjusted the knots with care, making sure the rope framed her breasts perfectly, forcing them to jut out obscenely, her nipples dark and hyper

Holly stressed once more. Lachesis giggled. "I didn't expect you to." She grabbed a plate and hummed as white energy flowed from the sky with hints of red inside. "Here you go." "What is that?" Holly demanded. "Food, I've made you ambrosia. I'm not really a Goddess so it won't taste as good, but you should be able to eat it and get a recharge. Better than what Eros has been digging up for you." Holly wanted to poke the jelly-like substance but instead, she took a spoon and put the tiniest sliver on it before slipping it into her mouth.

“She’s dead, but she should have been very powerful when she was alive. Little Minion, go touch her foot to take a look.” Alex froze. “Why do I have to touch her foot?” The Mystic Maiden pointed at the red rope on the lady’s small calf. “This rope is of great origin. If you manage to untie it, it will be yours.” The old pig’s eyes gleamed. “What treasure is that?” The Mystic Maiden said, “Old Moon’s Red Rope.” “What?” Alex was astonished. This should be a mythical item. Was it possible that it existed in reality? The Mystic Maiden asked him to try it without touching the red rope but her foot first.