These Tangled Vines Novels & Stories

Cory turned her attention to Mirrors while Titan was trying to cut Venom free. Hayden’s wolf snarled as it paced the room, agitated, looking for the old woman. He heard a high-pitched snicker as she reappeared, riding the vines as more of them shot through the window. The living room was becoming a maze of vines. The vines sprouted thorns just as Venom was released from their clutches. Venom gasped at the sight of the thorns. “Those thorns are poisonous! Don’t let them prick you!” Shouted Venom as he ducked under several thorny vines heading his way.

The rest surveyed the surroundings, terra walked forwards and stopped at a vine covered wall, if she was not mistaken, this was the path to vulpix. Terra lit the vines on fire and waited for it to burn up, except that was the problem, it did not burn. She felt it and recognized the flow of energy in it, it was enchanted. The rest moved closer, "What is it?" Zarae asked, "The vines, they are enchanted," she replied, "Why would someone enchant a bunch of vines surrounding a forest?" Sorrena said, Terra sighed and gave her a sour look, right now she was on edge, the wolf girl only pushed her the more,

Vines emerged from the cracks in the rocks and coiled around the legs of Philip and the others. Aslan and the others were trapped and could not move their legs. Philip scowled at the sight of these rapidly growing vines. Their target was not just Philip's legs. The vines coiled around Philip very tightly as if they wanted to trap Philip forever. Philip’s expression grew darker as more vines appeared. “Philip, these things are very weird. They want to wrap me up like a mummy. Should we burn them with fire?” Lyle said in a panic, at a loss for what to do.

Chapter 9 Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared.

Vines explode through the wall, some as thin as my forearm while others are thicker than my thighs, and reach for me, trying to trip me, trying to catch my hair and pull me to a stop. They lash against my legs, my arms, drawing blood. They snap and hiss like they’re alive, and I risk a glance behind me, my lungs refusing to release air as a wall of vines careens in my direction, tendrils reaching and groping thin air. I scream Kael’s name again, tears burning my cheeks, but the hallway goes on, and on, and the vines are catching up to me. One of the vines whips across the back of my legs like a knife. I fall to my knees, and the vines immediately wrap tight around my ankles, dragging me back

Strange, twisting vines coiled around the cavern walls, their tendrils retreating and expanding like they were breathing. Ashwin flicked his tongue, tasting the air. It was thick with moisture and something else—something unexplainable, ancient, and knowing. Despite its beauty, the Serpent Paths were not a place for the weak. The tunnels twisted in unpredictable ways, some leading to deep underground rivers, others splitting into yawning voids that seemed to stretch forever. Sharp turns concealed sudden drops, and in some places, the walls pulsed, almost alive, responding to their movements. The silence was eerie, broken only by the sound of water dripping and the occasional distant hiss—whe

The vines pulsed, reacting to the strain, tightening, loosening, tightening again. “Again,” Lyra gasped. They pulled harder. The vines shuddered, creaked, then… Snap. Lyra’s wrists flew apart, the sudden freedom sending her stumbling forward. She caught herself on her knees, breath shaking. Talia twisted around, eyes wide. “Lyra.” “I’m fine,” Lyra lied, though her arms burned. “Hold still.” Her fingers trembled as she reached for Talia’s bindings. The vines pulsed angrily beneath her touch, tightening around Talia’s wrists as if sensing the threat. Lyra dug her nails in, tearing at the living cords. They resisted, writhing like something alive.

he growled, and the vine pushed inside me in one slow, relentless thrust. I moaned loudly as it stretched me, pumping deep, twisting and rubbing against my inner walls. The nectar burned pleasantly, making every nerve sing with heightened sensitivity. Another thinner vine, covered in tiny, soft bumps, found my clit and began vibrating rapidly against it. “Oh gods—!” My hips jerked helplessly in the vine bondage. Raith stepped in front, his massive knotted cock already hard and leaking. He cupped my face almost tenderly. “You wanted this, princess. Now take everything.”

“Tell me, Andrew, was this your way of getting under my skin? Or just another pathetic attempt to prove you can have what I’ve built?” The word cousin sliced through me like cold steel. Cousin. My brain scrambled to keep up. I stared at Andrew, searching for some sign — some hint — that he’d meant to tell me. But he avoided my gaze, just slightly, just enough to make my stomach drop. 💔😡

The rogues lunged moving towards hazel with full speed and the one holding piper holding her even tighter, as piper whispered from the strong impact of the hold on her. Hazel raised one hand. And Vines exploded from the ground, thick, thorned, alive with a hungry sentience. They wrapped around the rogues' legs, their arms, their throats. Squeezing so hard until the men choked and gasped, they dropped their weapons in fear of dying and their eye balls bulged out of their sockets already red. The rogue holding piper released her immediately when a vine coiled around his neck like a serpent and he couldn't breath, he felt his life slowly drawing from him as his veins and blood vessels bulged sh