These Tangled Vines Novels & Stories

Jayden said. I turned to the chains tied to the pole. I walked up there, hands up, and he clamped the cuffs on my wrists perfectly. Then his fingers landed on the ridge of my zipper. All he did was stare—hard—and heat pooled up, surging through my trousers. I could feel my erection bulging and straining hard. My body went red and sore. Then his fingers brushed against it. Casually, like it was no harm to me. But he was burning my senses.

Putting my hand on a hole that is created by meeting this ground I hold anything that is truly created out of food that I expected to be an erhelena wood. As soon as I gathered enough strength to pull it out of the ground, I was surprised that a pile of vines is attached on its back. I frown after realizing it and ended up cutting it with the use of my shovel. Even so to my surprise that vines seems to be something that can't be cut with a mere thing as this. The sound of my shovel being cut in two pieces echoed in this land as he light coming from the moonlight touches it's iron part. How weird… Does vines always appear this strong? Why do I feel like… Something is not right?

It was reacting to Vance’s presence, sensing the corruption. She knelt by a large terracotta pot holding a dying ivy plant, thinking about the way roots could crush stone if given enough time. She thought about the way a forest reclaims a ruin. All she had to do was focus. She pressed her palm into the soil. The ivy didn't just grow; it exploded. The thin green tendrils turned into thick, muscular ropes that tore through the pottery and raced across the floor. They ignored Alaric, instead wrapping around the legs of the Council enforcers, jerking them off their feet. The vines moved with a mind of their own, pinning the guards to the stone walls, the leaves tightening over their mouths to st

Anastasia I observed, my gaze tracing the swaying vines, attached to a strong physique adorned with recognizable tattoos. "Hey, Frederick," I couldn't help but feel my voice break as I witnessed his struggle. He got completely tangled up in the vines and roots, getting pulled along the ground until he was firmly pressed against the wall. "Hey, Frederick!" He let out a loud cry as the wall closed in on him. I got up from the floor and hurriedly crawled towards the wall. I tugged on him among the vines, blood gushing from his skin where they squeezed him too hard. He was really struggling, blood flowing from his mouth, a dark vine constricting his throat.

Ten more vines attacked from every corner, some on his head, some on his arms and legs, and some even entangled his sword. All the vines worked on their own; they attacked and withdraw as a whole like somebody was manipulating them. "Run!" Lei Tianrui yelled and started to wave the sword in his hand to resist the attack of the vines. His bright sword reflecting cold light chopped the vines into sawdust. The sawdust kept falling on the ground but those vines were endless. One vine being cut, two more added in. Their attacks became fiercer and fiercer. He survived the vines with his high cultivation level, but he barely made it in a tie. It seemed impossible for him to withdraw now.

She placed them on the table and poured their wines. The waitress was going round the table pouring the wine in each of their glasses. “Can I pour yours, sir?” The waitress asked Andrea with a smile, who was busy with his phone. Christine noticed the waitress was being too nice to her man, and she felt jealous. After the waitress poured Andrea a glass of wine, she turned to Christine.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

He shoved me inside, pinning my hands together with one arm while the other reached for a coil of grimy rope in the corner. My eyes went wide. "Michael, don’t—" Before I could finish, the rope bit into my wrists. He tied the knot tight and unyielding. His lips brushed against the back of my hand, teeth grazing my skin as he murmured, "You’ve been spoiled lately. You’ll stay here and reflect on what you did wrong." "I didn’t do anything wrong…" His finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. "Shh. Think it through before you speak."

That was a different story. I reached her just as a vine lashed for her throat. My hand shot out, clamping onto her arm. With a grunt of effort, I pivoted and hurled her backward. She sailed through the air with a startled yelp, landing in a groaning heap well outside the vines' immediate reach. Shrugging out of my jacket, I grabbed one sleeve and spun, whipping the fabric toward the cluster of pursuing vines. They struck at it, tangling themselves in the material. I twisted my wrists, wrapping them tighter, coiling the thrashing mass into a chaotic bundle.

he hushed lowly, one arm shielding her behind him. Carolina pressed herself lower, her breathing uneven as footsteps approached through the chaos. One of the armed men moved closer to the counter, gun raised carefully as he searched around. Their cover was seconds away from being blown. Adrian’s gaze swept across the shelves. His fingers closed around a wine bottle. The man leaned over the counter— The bottle shattered against his face. A grunt tore from the man as glass exploded everywhere. Adrian surged upward instantly, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him over the counter like dead weight.