Nezuko Vines Novels & Stories

His head turned to his shoulders, and snow began to fall. “This is Velidia, the Winter Region of Noyuh.” Winzi smiled proudly. “Wow!” he gasped. He surveyed the surroundings, and everything was covered in ice. Some trees were frozen, and others bathed in snow. A bluish plant spread out around, and their luminous violet flowers gave a bewitching vibe. “This is magical!” he exclaimed. A particular tree caught his attention, it bears a circular red fruit similar to a cherry, and the branches shielded by snow.

Vines started sprouting from the ground and wrapped around the rogues until they were dead. The vines pulled the dead bodies into the earth, though others were still alive when they were pulled under. In just minutes, the forest was cleared of any and all rogues. "What is going on? Vines are coming out of the ground and killing rogues!" Uncle Mika yelled into the link but none of us were able to respond to him. "You're doing it again, taking her side over mine!" The witch growled at the Goddess of nature. "Gaya" Selene whispered, looking at her sister with pain and regret.

It wasn’t a neat, controlled growth; it was a violent eruption of necrotic vines that pulsed with a dark, angry purple light. ​The vines didn’t distinguish between friend or foe. They lashed out at anything that moved, their thorns dripping with the same acidic sap I had seen in Sub-Level 9. One of my Sentinels was grabbed by a thick coil of ivy and crushed into a ball of scrap metal in seconds. ​“Back! Everyone's back!” I shouted, waving the Vanguard away from the crater rim. “The forest is fighting back, but it isn’t on our side!” ​I stood at the edge of the chaos, watching the three-way war unfold. The Harvesters were slicing through the vines with their resonance blades, while the Black

It didn't grow; it exploded. In seconds, the shoot was a stalk. In a minute, it was a trunk the size of a redwood, its bark a deep, iridescent black, its leaves broad and glowing with a soft, translucent gold. The "Green-Ghost" serum was working at a thousand times its natural speed, fueled by the raw, unrefined power of the Core. "Get back!" Kael roared as the vines began to spread.

The air was cold, but their wolf kept them warm as they brushed through the thick bush. They reached a low, tangled thicket of crimson-leafed vines twisted around frosted-barked trees. Naina paused, frowning as she stared at the vines. It seemed familiar and she instantly remembered she had once seen the picture of it in the Pack's library. Though she didn't know exactly what it did, it wasn't good. “Don’t touch that," She warned, "Those aren’t normal vines, they’re Red Vein Bloom. Sap’s toxic in high doses of something...but I can't remember what,”

“The Ice Forest lies ahead, covered in Blood Weeping Vines!” Eira held the reins steady, not turning her head. “What are Blood Weeping Vines?” “They’re parasitic creatures, leech-like in nature. They spew red hallucinogenic poison gas. No antidote exists. Forcing a crossing will let the gas corrode your wolf core through your respiratory tract.” Martha stamped her foot anxiously. “The Elder deliberately took this guard duty because he counted on this natural barrier. He must have laid an explosion formation around the vines.” “If you purify the poison with moonlight power, the formation will detonate and collapse the east formation eye early!”

He bit down and took a large chunk of skin from his neck before jumping down to avoid getting hit when Iroka used his other hand to grab him. This little bit of distraction gave the princes enough time to get back on their feet. “Stupid, goriila. I’ll show you not to mess with a PRINCE!” Ace raised a hand and made a fist. Nothing happened. “Come on…!” He grunted. A few of the vines from the trees started moving and wrapping themselves around Iroka. Unfortunately, Ace cannot fully control the vines here because they were more alive compared to the plants back in the surface. The only thing that it was doing was distracting Iroka.

I was in good shape, so pedaling quickly wasn’t a problem. The scent of damp wood, pine sap, and decomposing leaves surrounded me as I pedaled through the lush Vermont forest—thick with trees, ferns, and pine needles littering the ground. Years of traveling these paths had made me confident in my ability to dodge rocks and tree roots on the uneven terrain. Maybe too confident.

“Irissss……” “Johnny its fine I’m fine just leave me a little longer” “Okaaay but it looks hella weird!” The vines had slowed down. Carefully I held out my arms to each side like a scarecrow, my broken arm screamed with so much pain I wanted to cry I felt like I was going to throw up. Closing my eyes trying to regain concentration again. The Vines quickly started to twist and move again wrapping tightly around my arms, more and more of them wrapped around my broken arm the pain made me cry out but I kept my composure and breathed in and out…. Heal me heal me heal me heal me…. The vines moved towards my head and wrapped around my scalp and face. They were spread thinly over my face but thickly

instinct. Avery Vane-Thorne first noticed the change in the "Bronx Artery." For fifty years, the Sombra-vines had produced "Marrow-Fruit" with effortless, unconditional abundance. But as she walked through the vertical gardens of her old home, she saw that the pods were no longer ripening. They were encased in a thick, grey husk—the color of old-world concrete. "The trees are 'Stalling,' Avery," said Sarah Miller, who was now a Lead Biologist for the Vane Foundation. She was pointing at a nutrient-node that was pulsing with a jagged, irregular rhythm. "They aren't feeding the residents. They’re waiting."