Nezuko Vines Novels & Stories

And then, vines. Long, thick green vines burst from the ground at her feet, curling up her arms and over her shoulders. They bloomed with tiny purple flowers, soft and wild. She gasped. I stepped closer, careful not to break the moment. “There it is,” I whispered. “You’re doing great The vines pulsed faintly, almost like they had a heartbeat. Isabella looked at them with wide eyes. “Is this supposed to happen?” I crouched to examine the growth. The leaves were warm, not hot. Not fire. Life.

VIKTOR I burst out of the building, following the sentry along with Caspian and his Beta, our eyes sweeping across the surroundings. The sight before us shook me to my very core. Vines. They were everywhere. Thick, grotesque coils of dark green and black crawled across the pack grounds like living things. They slithered over the stone paths, wrapped themselves around the training posts, and climbed the walls of nearby buildings. Some of them were extremely thick, their surfaces slick and strangely pulsing, as if something beneath the bark-like skin was breathing.

If given time and a proper future, what other wonders could his people achieve? “Cloud shrinks,” Aunt Sumia said, breaking in on Bjorn’s state of mesmerism. Her pectoral fins eclipsed dark gray. "This work creates too much activity in the ether. We can only hope that this patch will soon be fully bound.” She indicated the current stretch of fresh-woven grass tubes. “The plans call for the vines to reach Nargis within two more months. If possible, I’ll make certain it happens.” “So, how is this possible?” Bjorn asked. “I understand OI for lift and irrigation for moisture, but from where do the vines draw nutrients? Aren’t the roots miles distant from here?"

Bumble’s fuzz shifted in the breeze, and I saw it again: Black vines. Not real vines. Not yet. Just the memory of them. Coiled faintly under the earth, like smoke trapped under ice. “It’s the tree,” I breathed. “It’s back.” “No,” Johanis said quickly. “This isn’t the same. It’s different. Smaller. Older.” He crouched beside it. I yanked him back. “What are you doing?!” “I wanna see if it’s fresh.” “Why would you want that?!”

“I’d rather fight than be buried in your garden.” Sylvara’s smile faded, and the glade trembled, vines surging from the ground, their tips sharp as thorns. “Then grow or be pruned,” she said, her voice a storm. The vines lashed out, forcing the group to scatter. Kade slashed through one, but it regrew, wrapping his arm. Selene’s spells burned, but the vines absorbed her light, growing thicker. Lucas dodged, his dagger slicing, but the vines were endless. Bryan’s spectral form slipped through, disrupting their roots, but the glade pulsed, feeding the assault.

Bima’s limping leg still ached, but the Super Nutripower Indomie and regenerative herbs helped him endure. Finally, they arrived at a strange area of the city. The walls of the high rise buildings were covered in glowing vines, strange flowers bloomed amidst the rubble, and the air was filled with a thick, sweet scent mixed with the smell of damp earth. "This is it," Riska whispered. "The Hidden Botanical Garden." Inside the garden, several zombies could be seen moving about. These weren't ordinary zombies. Their bodies were covered in moss and strange flowers, their eyes glowing red, yet they moved with precision, tending to every damaged plant.

Their temporary blindness subsided after a couple of moments, but still none of them were sure of what they were truly seeing. A massive greenhouse. Kat and Calix gawked at the impossibly tall and vast glass structure before them, filled with all kinds of weird vines, bushes, and even an entire freaking tree. It was thick and white and tall, reaching out to the glass ceiling like a chandelier in reverse. Instead of pots and soil, glass vials of every size and variety littered the floor, grouped inside wooden crates. Music was playing somewhere, an eerie, ethereal medley of a woman humming and the low keys of an organ.

Silently, I watched as Lazaro put the bathtub to work, letting the cold water do its thing as he mixed some honey and milky scented fluids into the tub and topped it up with some colored petals. I should have been turned on by how damn good his muscles was flexing when he moved the objects around. Admiring how much he was working just to get my fever down. But I guess I was too worked up to even notice when the panic had already creeped in, making me suck in some air as I stared down at my clenching palms.

Thankfully, the workers did not seem to notice us as they were too busy attacking the vines. I slowly got back up but to my surprise, all the blood and bit of flesh had now disappeared. It went dry and turned into ash before disappearing into the air. “That is weird' I thought and Grendel replied, “I understand your confusion. The blood in the vines doesn’t belong to the mortal world. It is protected inside the vines through some magic. And when the shell of protective magic is ripped off, the blood enters the world it is not supposed to be in…so it decomposes or whatever”

‘Do you have a better idea’ Chevy asked ‘beside if not for me we’ll have nothing to lighten the cave’. ‘Can’t we search for a tree to cut down, the lantern isn’t doing a great job of keeping us warm’ Natasha said shivering as she ate bread. ‘Do you see a tree going around here’ indigo asks sarcastically. ‘Well nara can grow a tree’ ivory said glancing at Nara. ‘I can’t grow a tree yet, I’m still a phase two’ nara replied standing up, going to the entrance of the cave she puts her hands on the floor, plants suddenly shoots out and grows till they cover the cave entirely.