A Tree Without Roots Novels & Stories

The trees were so tall that they disappeared into the clouds. A divine tree in the forest had protected our village for thousands of years. The villagers would send a woman into the forest every month as an offering to the tree. The divine tree had to be watered by a woman's private fluids. If the woman didn't produce enough fluids and didn't satisfy the tree, a disaster would befall the village. It would also cause the wheat fields to shrivel up, so we would have nothing during the harvest season. According to the rumors, the tree's branches were thick and strong. There were also powerful vines wrapped around the branches that would send a woman over the the edge of pleasure.

The tree was a symbol. Daniel told them what it meant—the strength of the roots that held it steady, the reach of the branches that stretched toward the sky, the beauty of the blossoms that appeared every spring without fail. He told them that it was like their family, growing and changing and surviving, generation after generation.

"Hah?" "In conclusion, the plant can grow if the roots have been removed beforehand. If Grandma Lori planted the plant behind her house, it means that she must have pulled the root of the tree from the ground in the forest where she found it. It will not grow without the approval of the demon lord who created it, unless …” "Unless?" "Unless she has a relationship with the demon!" ***

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

Although it was painful to hear, everyone continued what they were doing. Meanwhile, Axen casts a spell to deprive the nutrients of the soil. When the soil loses nutrients, the root of the tree will dry out. With the size of the tree, it took almost a few minutes for its roots to dry out. Moments later, energy cast them and it flew the hunters and Axen into the air. Damon and Raven rolled to the ground. Axen hit the tree. Hugo was able to teleport, and Cael hugged Kyra as they hit the rock.

Soartin turned to Sethlzaar, a look on his face Sethlzaar could only surmount to be confusion, as though he would have an answer to the mystery before them. "Trees do not just vanish, brother," he insisted, as if that would pry a hidden answer from Sethlzaar. "There would be stumps. Roots. Something that shows there were once trees. This is nothing. This can't be nothing." Sethlzaar sighed. "I cannot help you on this one, brother. There are no trees." "What happens now?" Takaris asked. It was clear their brother wanted to bring the mission to an end, and even clearer that he accepted it would never happen so easily.

"The Heart-Tree... the one where we used to leave the offerings? It hasn't drowned. The water just... stops. Ten feet from the trunk, there’s a dome of pure, dry air." "A localized atmospheric anomaly?" Nathaniel asked, his eyes widening. "Based on the geography, that shouldn't be possible. The hydrostatic pressure alone should have crushed the canopy." "It’s not math, Nathaniel," Damon added, his golden armor gleaming with the salt spray. "It’s the Root. The tree is breathing for the forest. It’s created a sanctuary for the animals and the clans. It’s a second Aethelgard, but on the surface." "If we can tether the Ark to that tree," I said, the plan forming in my mind, "we don't have to dri

To feel a deep emotion was to contribute to its symphony. The Heartwood on the hill had grown to impossible proportions, its branches now touching the upper atmosphere, its roots delving deep into the planet's core. It wasn't just trees and a bush anymore; it was a world-tree, and the planet itself was its pot. The whispers of its leaves were the background radiation of reality, a constant, gentle reminder of the love, wisdom, and struggle that had built this peace.

But as she moved closer, her stomach churned. One of the trees was sick. Its bark was blackened and cracked, seeping a tar-like substance that dripped onto the glittering ground. Its leaves were brittle, some falling in slow, sorrowful spirals. Dark veins twisted around its roots, choking it as they spread outward, threatening to poison the other two trees. The second tree pulsed with life but seemed strained, its light flickering as if struggling to keep the corruption at bay. The third tree stood strong, radiating a golden warmth that gave Zoe a fleeting sense of comfort.

She had not even noticed that before. “I do not recall Papa Bois mentioning any of this,” said Cory softly as she ran her fingers along the grooves in the bark of the uprooted tree. She looked at her fingers, now dusted with the dark residue. The residue resembled ash as if the creature had singed the tree with his talons. She sighed. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. As she focused her energy on the tree, its brown roots sent green shoots out, bursting to life, as they plunged themselves into the rich dark soil. The shoots established a new grounding strength. The tree began to right itself. The twins scrambled off of it just as the tree began tipping. The roots anchored it, pulling