Nezuko Vines の小説・ストーリー

scoffed Mist, with that, his blade flew past, and another was dead. “Master, what do we do?” Lewis asked, his body quaked. Mist was a Strength of level nine, it would not take much for him to kill Lewis. Worst still, he saw Zephyr drink from the wine! “Don’t worry, even if the wine was poisoned, it won’t get the better of me! Go and hide!” Zephyr replied calmly. Zephyr knew the wine was poisoned. He reckoned the wine was poisoned with knob root. Knob root had the special characteristic of paralysing those who ingested it, thus, it would render them incapacitated.

Juniper stands frozen as the black, vein-like vines pulse on the floor. They move with a sickening, rhythmic twitch, as if a heart is beating somewhere deep underground. They are oily, slick, and where they touch her beautiful orchids, the flowers shrivel into ash in seconds. "Get back!" Alaric roars, his body half-shifting in a surge of protective instinct. His claws are out, slashing at a vine that creeps toward Juniper’s boot.

They were born from carnivorous plants that were soaked in holy water. Before they were taken to the bloodsucking tree torture camps, they were kept hourly, in sun fields, to destroy their defenses and make them beg for death, when they pierced them, then created domed prisons. where houses were built, where there were hospitals that were the villages where the victims of the black plague lived. So, the first cursed vineyards or forests appeared, being before the Japanese feudal period, in which the curse consisted of simply using the plants to attach to the ground, towards the vampire, using it as if it were a fertilizer, he somehow, would be sucked.

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

The several other skeletons were blown away by Alex’s Brahma’s Supreme Touch. As the name implied, Dragon Blood Vine was a kind of plant vine. This kind of vine was extremely peculiar. It was blood red and had glowing blood flowing inside it. When it was cut with a knife, red sap would flow out from it just like blood. Time was running short. Below was a densely packed legion of skeletons, If Alex were to fall into it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Alex grabbed the void. With a huge force, he grabbed at least ten vines and forcefully ripped them off, throwing them into his storage purse. Then, he quickly retreated.

After walking to the east for more than an hour, I can feel a change in the atmosphere. “ We need to be careful,” I remind my eldest brother, and he nods at me. As we take a leisurely walk, I spot some precious herbs and collect them, carefully placing them in my woven gasket. “ Older brother, this is the purple jade vine. Come help me take some, but be careful not to damage the roots. We can plant them to grow more vegetables before winter comes,” I explain, knowing that this vine helps plants grow faster, up to two times their normal speed.

Nicolas walks ahead of us and speaks to both of them in Japanese, granting me the ability to slowly piece together where exactly we were. He turns around and gestures for us to follow as the two Women lead us down a fully-adorned glass hallway where there are Koi fish swimming beneath us, under the transparent pathway. Pushing open another door, I am not only met with sounds of chatter and live music but with an entirely new ordeal. There are tall oval-shaped booths with long tables placed symmetrically across the colossal, yet somehow intimate room, and instead of ceramic plates, lie naked women with Japanese foods making up the curves of their bodies.

One of the vines twitched, flexing like a snake awakening from its nap. "Oh fuck!" The bundle of vines spasmed, recoiling enough that they spread across the lawn. Mike sprinted across the lawn toward the house, giving the vines a wide berth. Coming to the narrow gap between the wall and the house, he saw that the vines were withdrawing, spreading out and coiling around everything they touched. He hopscotched his way through them, timing his jumps to avoid touching them. The fountain came into sight, and Naia stood at its edge, her face a mask of concern. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes on the retracting vines near the fountain. Her eyes met his just as the vines sprung up, a pair of t

Then, he put his hands together—palm to palm—and a green light started to swirl around his hand as a vine with a neon green glow appeared from his hand. The vine looked surreal and was imbued with a mysterious energy. The young man shot out his right hand with a cry and the vine rushed toward the obsidian like a poisonous snake. The green vine struck the obsidian violently with an extraordinary force and yet the obsidian did not move an inch. The young man had used all his energy for the attack causing his body to destabilize as droplets of hot sweat trickled down from his forehead. He was gasping for breath and looked exhausted.

After appreciating my mate's looks as I drifted off to sleep, I have ended up here a couple of times, not on purpose. Over my trips, I have learned about the different plants that help Selene create the mate bond. They were all beautiful; I loved the werewolf weeping willow the most, of course. Every time I tried to explain what it looked like to people, I got weird looks. After a little bit of research, I was able to tell people that it looks like a tree in the Ashikaga Flower Park in Tochigi, Japan. Not like people know that off the top of their head, but at least it is a reference for them.