Vines Anime Novels & Stories

The pale green vines descended until they finally arrived above Vina, who again could only give up because she couldn't move her body. All the vines were like living snakes wrapped in leaves, continuing to creep and crawl Vina's bed until it was covered in leaves. Vina thought that what Sapta had done would be limited to that, but in fact, she was wrong. Two or three of the vines ran down her injured arm, wrapping it around so that Vina's arm seemed to grow from a plant that lacked photosynthesis. When finally one arm was wrapped neatly with vines, Vina was able to move her body again. Before the girl tried to pull her arm free from the grip of the plants, Sapta stopped her.

He smiles a he pulls her hair backwards and thrusts into her warm wetness. “This is a memory you’ll want to experience again.” He whispers into her ears. Vine is in her small cubicle, sifting through Claire’s mails when she receives a mail from Ron. I thought of you when I saw this poster. Ron. Attached to the email is a picture of an anime community event. Vine smiles as she sees it. I’ll get Gold. We’re all going to this. No Excuses! Vine. Vine looks happy and with a new found purpose fully focuses on the mails.

The creature starts to fall, which would destroy even more of the building around it. I quickly get air and bring it down gently. I release all the vines and fly them towards the other two creatures that have appeared, adding to the vines as they go. Arizer and Annabelle running to these ones. Arizer shoots three arrows at the same time through the creatures eyes and kills it the same way Asher did. Annabelle runs up the vines and uses one of the vines to wrap around its neck and she pulls and pulls until it slices it head off. I use air to catch the head and the bodies.

“I’m going to be your fairy godmother and find you a knight to come rescue you. Sit tight in the meantime. We’ll be back tomorrow. Possibly. If we don’t have to run the gauntlet for missing class today.” “Run the gauntlet?” She followed me to the window, bracing her hands against the sill and leaning over as I climbed lower. I watched Aien below me. His descent was slow but steady, and his face pale. At the bottom he stood waiting for me and reached up to take me by the waist, lifting me down the final distance. “Can you make the vines go away?” I asked him. “Yes, but it’s a shame. They are so healthy. The soil is good here,” he complained.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

Evin then smiled and said, "Ah seems like that did the trick! that's great, Mez how do you feel?" "I feel like umm... myself? but with enhanced skills of course haha!" "See, I told you I'm a natural at this." However, before he could finish his sentence all the vines that had cowered into the corner to make room for the circle suddenly fell over him, they started grappling around his legs and arms and the overwhelming weight of the vines pulled him down. I tried to pull them apart but to no avail, I then heard his muffled voice saying, "Hey Mez, don't touch them, it only gets worse, just give me a second and I'll be up! Haha, this always happens, never mind!"

Chalkos succumbed swiftly under his assault, eyes shutting as it crashed to the ground. As Chalkos fell, vines erupted from the trees, ensnaring Father Lysander's limbs. The bristlecone tree's spirit, capable of defeating Grand Masters, manifested its power through the vines. Oddly, the vines seemed impotent against Father Lysander. He stomped his feet with a thunderous boom, his body becoming as immovable as a mountain. The vines failed to budge him an inch. The vines rose, stabbing at Father Lysander. Green smoke, like an otherworldly release, emanated from the vines. The spikes, as hard as iron nails, some even reversed, danced in the air. Capable of easily tearing through skin and flesh,

I spoke as I rubbed my temple. “The vines are a living embodiment of my master’s loved ones. They died but they are still alive in the form of these vines. He would not want to harm those vines and get out of the room as those vines signify that his loved ones keep living, in whatever form.” I furrowed my eyebrows again. “Soooo….you mean he is essentially trapped there of his own free will and will not let anybody harm those vines let alone cut them off himself?” I theorized and she nodded her head slowly.

He said and started reaching for the vines. That alarmed me and I stepped forward to stop him. "Ren, don't-" Too late. Ren got too close and the vines started to come alive. They wrapped around Ren's wrist and started pulling him to the water. "What the-!?" Before the vines could fully drag him down I grabbed him by the waist and pulled from behind. Although I think the reason why Ren isn't drowning in the pond yet was because of his werewolf strength. I'm just here for backup. Other vines came alive too as if sensing that the opponent is stronger. Vines started twisting and wrapping around both of Ren's legs. He was starting to slip. "Ren you idiot! Why would you do something as stupid as t

he begged, and he immediately felt warmth in his eyes and electricity flowing through his body. He felt the power and used it to discharge electricity from his body, which he then distributed to the vines. Vreihya vomited a lot of blood since she was in pain with her neck. She felt as though she were drowning in her own blood. Her legs had serious wounds as well. She has the appearance of a bloodied bride and appears to be unable to stand for lengthy periods of time.