Nezuko Vines Novels & Stories

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

For good measure, Willow unleashed her power in full measure, growing poisonous vines from the ground in every direction except at the pole. "Someone is here. Shoot at them!! Where the hell is my guards!" The mage's shout is loud and clear, closer than Willow expected. Sensing her direction, Willow made a vine grow. This kind of vine can be found only in faeland. It renders a person unconscious for a few hours no matter how powerful he is. She let the vine do her job, cutting the shouts of the mage mid-sentence. She then stepped foot beside the vampire, carefully removing the chains with the runes Brenda gave.

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.

But before they could reach her, the ground beneath her feet erupted. Vines—real, brown, thorny vines—shot out of the earth and wrapped around the spheres, crushing them into scrap metal. "Kaima?" Selene whispered, looking at the ground. The tree was fighting back. But it wasn't fighting Rowan. It was fighting the *system*. The violet sap that had dripped onto the ground began to pulse. It spread across the grass like a glowing web, connecting the feet of every wolf in the valley. Suddenly, Harkan dropped his axe. His eyes went wide as the violet glow traveled up his legs and into his heart.

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.

Places both palms on the ground. The gold vines explode. Not from the Tree. From us. From the five of us. They shoot straight up. Hundreds. Thousands. A net. A tree made of light and bone and blood. Pride coos. The vines braid. Tight. A dome. Over Duskbane. Over the keep. Over the pack. Over the Hollow. The missile hits it. No boom. No fire. It stops. Mid-air. Like it hit water. The vine dome holds. Flexes. Then swallows it.

He didn't notice the vine. It started as a thin, emerald thread, pulsing with a light that looked like liquid neon. It didn't grow; it hunted. It coiled around my leaden ankles, its microscopic thorns biting into the dead metal. Where the vine touched the lead, the grey began to crack, revealing a core of brilliant, molten green. "Kross!" one of his scouts yelled, pointing toward the slums. "The 'Dormant' shack! Something’s happening!"