Vines Quotes Novels & Stories

VIKTOR I burst out of the building, following the sentry along with Caspian and his Beta, our eyes sweeping across the surroundings. The sight before us shook me to my very core. Vines. They were everywhere. Thick, grotesque coils of dark green and black crawled across the pack grounds like living things. They slithered over the stone paths, wrapped themselves around the training posts, and climbed the walls of nearby buildings. Some of them were extremely thick, their surfaces slick and strangely pulsing, as if something beneath the bark-like skin was breathing.

“Irissss……” “Johnny its fine I’m fine just leave me a little longer” “Okaaay but it looks hella weird!” The vines had slowed down. Carefully I held out my arms to each side like a scarecrow, my broken arm screamed with so much pain I wanted to cry I felt like I was going to throw up. Closing my eyes trying to regain concentration again. The Vines quickly started to twist and move again wrapping tightly around my arms, more and more of them wrapped around my broken arm the pain made me cry out but I kept my composure and breathed in and out…. Heal me heal me heal me heal me…. The vines moved towards my head and wrapped around my scalp and face. They were spread thinly over my face but thickly

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.

The family raised their glasses, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the vines. --- The Whisper of Vines That evening, young Alexander walked with his grandmother through the vineyard, holding her hand tightly. “Grandma,” he asked, looking up at the stars, “do you think the vines can talk?” Lily smiled. “I think they whisper, Alex. They tell stories about the people who’ve cared for them and the dreams they’ve helped grow.” Alexander stopped and placed his hand on a vine. “I hope they tell my story one day too.” “They will,” Lily said, her voice filled with certainty. “Because you’re part of this legacy now. And one day, you’ll add your own chapter to it.”

“Not often I get told that. In fact, it’s almost always the opposite.” His thumbs stopped moving, and my hair fluttered away from my ear when he leaned forward. “How much wine have you had?” I propped my chin on my hand and reached for my glass with the other. “If there were such a thing as too much wine, I’d go with that.” “I’d say, in this case, there might be.” “Pfft. Wine is the greatest invention. Next to the vibrator, of course. They’re equally fabulous.” “And you’d know this…?”