A Tree Without Roots Novels & Stories

The Root That Shouldn’t Exist She took me to the edge of the cliffs. There, below a shallow ridge, a new tree had begun to grow. Not Spiral-shaped. Not threaded. Its bark was black as ink, but not dead. Its leaves glowed faintly not silver, but ash-gold. And its roots reached upward, as if digging toward the sky. “I’ve never seen this,” I whispered. “No one has,” Elin said. “But it knows us.” I stepped closer. The tree pulsed once. And I heard a voice in my head. Not words. Not thoughts.

Children are born knowing its shape the way they know their mother’s heartbeat. ‎ ‎The great oak has become the sky. ‎ ‎Not metaphor. ‎ ‎Its branches have reached so high they touch the edge of atmosphere, its leaves a second firmament that filters starlight into gentle patterns on the ground below. Its roots have tunneled deep, connecting every place where someone has ever chosen love. When you walk barefoot in a distant desert or a floating city or a pocket realm of pure thought, you are walking on the oak’s roots. ‎ ‎The white flowers are the air.

Ragh says, this time sounding like he did when he first spoke, all sure of himself. “The fuck is a path tree?” I ask and tilt my head. “It’s a demonic soul tree. Mortals believe we don’t have souls, but we do. Those trees are what leads us home, or, just as you said, leads demons out in the mortal world. You are correct, in a sense, that triggering a portal between those trees could bring many bad consequences. And-” “Blah, blah, blah, consequences my ass, where are the fuckin’ roots?” I cut him off impatiently.

My arms wrapped around its trunk. ‘For those who grow, there will be wilt.’ I focused all my thoughts on the tree I was holding. The tips of my fingers dug deep into the bark, pressing my hands hard. My energy merged with every cell of the tree, reaching down to its roots. The roots moved through the soil and emerged from the ground near the Gamma’s feet, wrapping around him like a snake. With each extension of the tree’s roots, leaves fell one by one from its branches. A storm of leaves around me swirled and blocked my vision.

He pointed to a large oak tree nearby. “Look at that tree,” Garrick said. “It stands tall because its roots are strong, connected to the ground. Without that connection, it would fall with the first strong wind. You, Godfrey, are like that tree. If you don’t find your root, you will die, you can't plant something where it doesn't belong…if you don't belong here, you can't produce anything.” I stared at the tree, shaking my head in disbelief, my breath heavy. “This is madness,” I spat.

There were no stars, and the atmosphere was chilly. At first glance, the forest looked no different from a normal Forest. Still, as they began their journey through it, they began to notice its familiarity. The tree leaves were black, the same color as the sky. Its bark was grey and had no underground root; instead, it grew atop the earth. It had no branches, and the leaves grew directly from the bark to form a connected leaf chain.

The air shifted with them, heavier, filled with something ancient that made every step feel more important than the last. And then we stepped into the clearing. I stopped without meaning to. The tree stood at the center of it, towering so high that its branches disappeared into the canopy above. It was not just large—it was massive, its trunk wide enough that ten people standing side by side would not have been able to wrap around it. Its roots spread outward in every direction, rising from the ground in great arches that pulsed faintly with golden light, like something alive moved beneath them.

It was not hard to find where she was as the trees around there became thicker and healthier. Luka followed her scent until he saw her, she had the biggest smile on her face as she spoke to a tree that had broken branch, a branch he broke whole training. “Don’t you worry, I will get you back in shape in no time okay” she paused as if listening to the tree answering her back. “His powers are too much, and you also know that the taller and bigger you grow. It becomes difficult to stand on your own, that is why you have to spread your roots and dig deeper into the ground so that you can balance.”

Can you tell them that if someone destroys your kingdom, it doesn't matter to you? Can you tell the people of your kingdom that even if they all die, their queen does not care about it? This entire kingdom is like a tree, and you are the root of this tree, and everyone else is a branch of this tree. No matter how alive and beautiful the branch is, when the root slowly starts to die, the whole tree slowly dies. Similarly, if you step back from your responsibility, then slowly its kingdom will be erased from the pages of history.

"Okay. Bye, Zoey! " "Bye, Herbie." Zoey and I continued on our way to the guardrail guarded by the same old man before. Zoey told him something, and the old man let us through. As before, he wrote something down in his book. Zoey was still holding my arm when we got under the fig tree. At night, this tree looks frightening by many dangling roots. However, I could feel an aura of warmth radiating from this tree. When I decided to stop, Zoey turned her head.