Nezuko Vines Novels & Stories

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.

I asked and he shook his head. "I can't heal others. Zephyrine was the only one gifted by the gods to heal others. I only can heal myself." He explained. "Okay, and one more thing..." I started. I only concluded this myself, but... "It seems that there is a vengeance spirit in this village. It resides in this place." I said as Zale slightly heal my wound without me saying anything. “What?! A vengeance spirit? But why?” Neven asked. I shrugged, just because I don’t know either.

A soft, emerald-green light pulsed from her fingertips, sinking deep into the root system of the courtyard. Instantly, the earth responded. Thick, vibrant green vines shot up from the dirt between two massive, ancient oak trees nearby. They moved with unnatural, liquid grace, weaving and twisting over themselves in mid-air until they formed a stunning, perfectly suspended vine hammock. The broad leaves overlapped to create a soft, cushioned bed that swayed gently in the breeze.

"It’s... it’s a forest inside the mountain!" The greenhouse was vast, a towering dome of reinforced obsidian-glass that arched hundreds of feet above their heads. The structure captured the fading golden rays of the setting sun, refracting the light through a complex network of automated water misters that hung from the iron framework like silver spiderwebs. Giant, pre-apocalyptic ferns unfurled their vibrant green fronds over the stone walkways, and thick, twisty vines crawled up the structural pillars, bearing heavy clusters of sweet mountain grapes.

It was glowing soulfully with blue light. "That must be the Thousand Soul Ghost Tree." Chase's eyes narrowed. The Thousand Soul Ghost Tree was a unique ghostly vine. Rumor has it that it was formed by the resentment of spirits and contains a unique toxin. A ghostly vine like that was difficult to capture. It required a large number of people to attack it in order to capture it. The Thousand Soul Ghost Tree sensed danger and suddenly quivered. The green crystal on it immediately exploded, and thick, green smoke billowed from it. The smoke spread through the entire valley and throughout several miles radius around the area.

We immediately went back to work but secretly smiled at each other. "Back of the castle? Isn't that also guarded at night?" I whispered while digging into the soil. I discreetly glanced at the warrior coming to our side. He was staring straight at me. "It is but only a few. But don't be too sure about its safety. The back is more dangerous than the front. The vines crawling on the walls can talk. They are magical plants that Alectrona stole from the realm of Diana. They were merely seeds and sprouts before, and she raised them like her own kids. Now, those vines are grown-ups. The only one they follow is her!"

Vines were already snaking toward me. Zane grabbed my arm so hard I yelped. “Not today, Satan’s garden hose!” He dragged me backward, shoving through panicking nobles like they were bowling pins. His other hand was up, throwing sparks, little gold bursts that burned the tips of vines trying to grab us. One got close; he stomped it flat and cursed loud enough to make a sailor blush. “Fuck off, weed!”

She is petrified to get rid of the roots that sneaked up to attack her struggling brothers. Azareel's face is getting swollen and red like a tomato and the other attacks are getting worse. With all her strength, Azareel tries to break free from the roots wrapped around her body. But luck was not on his side. He couldn't get away from that root at all. It's so strong and hard. It is not easy to defeat a vine that is tens of thousands of years old, it must be that the tree has absorbed a lot of magic energy, its power is not kidding.

Next, she pictured it wrapping itself around Josef’s ankle, like the man-eating vines she had seen once in a science fiction movie. The vine circled Josef’s ankle twice before he noticed it. Startled, he tore his foot away from the slender vine, snapping the wood in half. His head jerked from side to side, searching for the source of the magic. Leesa could tell he knew it hadn’t come from Dominic. She pulled herself farther back behind the tree.

I had no idea what I was looking at, but the next thing I knew, a small person with dark purple hair and eyes stepped out of the circle with Nikolai and Art right behind him. The little person with purple hair growled, and his hair turned dark blue right before my eyes. Alaric shoved me behind him, and the little purple-eyed guy flicked his wrist at us, and a vine came out of nowhere, wrapping around us at lightning speed. In an instant, I was pressed against Alaric's back by the vine wrapping around us tightly. “No! They're my friends, stop!” Nikolai ran to us and tugged at the vine. “Oh, heavens! I'm sorry,” the little guy with purple eyes said, and with the flick of a wrist, the vines dis