The Vengeful Vines

A Southern gothic horror steeped in myth, memory, and bloom.

In a town where silence once grew thicker than the vines, something ancient begins to stir beneath the soil. The garden is waking—and it remembers everything.

The Vengeful Vines is a haunting tale of transformation and reckoning, where grief takes root and forgotten truths bloom in blood and honeysuckle. At its heart is a man caught between beast and memory, legacy and desire—a reluctant witness to a garden that does not forgive, but does not forget.

This is not a story of monsters.

It’s a story of what we bury. Of what refuses to stay buried. Of what blooms in spite of it all.

Told in lyrical prose and mythic cycles, Keiran Berry’s latest installment in The Devil’s Garden series weaves queer horror, Southern gothic atmosphere, and emotional truth into a living archive of reclamation. It’s a gospel sung in thorns and petals, where every chapter is a ritual and every bloom is a name.

Come closer. The vines are listening.