Whispering Vine Novels & Stories

Bucho knew so much about events that happened thousands of years ago, I made me more curious exactly how old this whole place was. Once I wrangled the magic into a more usable stream, I let vines weave from the ground and flow through the loops of the lanterns that were laying in a line. Once all of them had been looped, I pulled the vines up off the ground and into the trees. The vines wove around the branches about ten feet in the air. They hung at the intervals that Stacy had request and I added flowers, Bloodroot, to the vines. While poisonous to eat, they were a beautiful white petalled flower with a yellow center, almost like the daisies you found in the states.

The moment feels so peaceful, so surreal that I am too deep into the calmness of it that I almost did not hear him when he whispers— "I don't think that would ever happen, Ber"

he whispered, drawing her to his chest to cuddle her closely. ••• Delilah opened the tap as she entered the bathroom, allowing the flowing water to drown her voice as she spoke to someone on phone. She's still on it when someone entered in the main room, and she cut the call quickly, pocketing her phone before going out. "Jezebel?" She said surprisingly. "Some fresh air together?" Jezebel replied. "Oh... Let's go" she replied awkwardly, and they left the apartment together.

Good idea, Zara. “Now try climbing”, I say walking to a pine tree. It’s a needle like green about 1 to 11 inches long. It didn’t look edible. I think, moving deeper into the forest. My effort is not futile when I sight a vine tree. Lots in fact. There are oxford grapes and the dark purple ones. I hastily step forward and lift my knee to a branch. It seemed soft and I placed my leg on another one which was quite okay. I reached to pluck it but heard a hissing sound. I withdrawed my hand as I looked up. It was a snake with its tongue out, ready to bite me if I made any wrong step.

"On the mountaintop." "What are you doing on the mountaintop?" "Watching the stars." "Wait for me, I'll come right now…" Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a woman was speaking. Samuel snapped something in a low voice. The woman seemed persistent, and Samuel didn't say anything for a long while. Then, Isabella heard what seemed to be the sound of a kiss. Isabella sneered. "Samuel, are you still coming?"

​Later that evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the clouds in bruised shades of violet and amber, we walked down the winding stone path leading from our bluff directly to the secluded pebble beach below. ​The tide was rolling out, leaving wet, glistening patterns across the shore. The rhythmic crash of the waves swallowed up the remaining noise of the world, leaving us in our own private universe. We walked side by side, our fingers intertwined, the cold evening air biting at our cheeks while the warmth of our grip kept us grounded.

Lila had already come four times, and the night had barely begun. Her body trembled violently in the wooden frame, thighs soaked, pussy stretched obscenely around the thick, living vine that had grown from the first seed. The vine pulsed inside her like a second heartbeat, thicker now, ridged with swollen nodes that rubbed relentlessly against her g-spot. The smaller tendril wrapped around her clit continued its merciless sucking, flicking the sensitive nub with petal-soft tongues while dripping warm, tingling nectar that made every nerve sing.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

In one swift motion, I pulled out the dagger I had hidden on my body and drove it into his groin. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from his throat. Taking advantage of the chaos, I shoved him aside and bolted from the alley, shouting for help and attracting the attention of the people nearby. Then, using the commotion as cover, I rushed straight into the military compound where the wedding was being held! Inside, Ben was raising a toast, and when I saw the face of the woman clinging to his arm, everything finally clicked. I finally understood the truth behind the voice I heard, and why, no matter how desperately I struggled, I could never escape the fate of being abandoned and ruined!

But not afraid. And just as she began to speak— The wind stirred. The river whispered louder. And somewhere in the distance, a sound broke the stillness. Alex’s gaze flickered briefly. Then returned to her. Still waiting. Still hopeful. Still there. And her answer… Remained just beyond reach.