Bloomed Roots Novels & Stories

Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with black streaks. A dark purplish-black flower bloomed at the top, its bloated petals looking like slabs of rotten meat. They reminded me of the man-eating plant from the game Plant and The Undead. Its roots stretched long, bulging up from the soil and spreading toward the edges of the chamber. Along each wall of the room sat a long container, where its roots had crawled into each of them. And in the farthest corner of the chamber lay an iron cage, with something trapped inside. It let out a weak sound when I stepped in.

I jolted awake in bed, sweat soaking the sheets, while the pain of being knocked to the ground by my mother still seemed to linger in every limb. I slowed my breathing and forced myself to calm down. The memories of my family blaming me and of my mother killing me with her car replayed again and again in my mind. Then the notification sound from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. “Charlotte, the firm has taken on a defense case for a plaintiff. The partners assigned you as her lawyer.”

The bond didn't feel intrusive; instead, it felt comforting, like knowing someone was always there in a corner of your mind. Suddenly, the silver flower on the bench moved on its own. Its stem straightened, and fine silver roots crept out across the stone, searching for an opening. The roots found a small crack between the bench and the earth and slipped inside. Within minutes, the flower had planted itself. Its petals opened wider, emitting a soft light like a firefly. A thin vine grew from its base, winding up Siron’s sleeve and then Elara’s, touching their skin exactly where their blood had mixed.

It only blooms at night and was highly sought for a love potion. VERDANT BAMBOO- the stem is extremely tough and can be used to forge weapons like 'verdant bow' and 'piercing arrows'. It can easily pierce through one's body. Due to the extreme speed of the arrow when the two are paired together, it is capable of killing one without even leaving behind a wound. VIOLET ROSE FLOWER is used for soaking and marinating beast meat to further accentuate its flavor. ROOTED EARTH GRASS & GREEN CICADA HEART LEAF can help nourish one's body. The wine made from it can exude an alluring fragrance similar to lilies and musk.

It smelled of smoke and its pleasure had no bounds as if it were the perfume of rare flowers, new to the garden, obtained with infinite patience. Many years ago, during a forest fire, the gardener discovered that roots continue burning beneath the ground long after the fire had supposedly been extinguished. It was then decided to cultivate a garden of highly flammable roots, controlling their subterranean fire beds with buried channels of water in such a way that flames sprouted to the surface like bouquets of fire flowers igniting the thicket of trees. She walked in the garden of underground fires, sensing through her skin the heat flowed slowly beneath the ground and on the ground. And whe

The plate rack was placed right before the cooker. Dappled sunlight trickled into the kitchen through the window blinds. At the extreme end of the kitchen cabinet were two flower vases filled with blooming jasmines. I had made sure to water them that morning. The kitchen lights shone on the sparkling kitchen tiles of brown and creamy colours.

A sound like roots tearing through bone and stone alike. “Move!” Bryan shouted, and in the same breath, he shoved me sideways. The floor erupted. A monstrous root burst through the cracked stone, its surface slick with dark sap. It pulsed with a sick rhythm, veins glowing faintly with violet light. Thorns twisted along its length—barbed and dripping. Another root slammed down behind me, fracturing the floor into jagged pieces. A gust of fetid wind followed, carrying the scent of rotting wood and blood. Bryan reached out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me back just as another tendril crashed down where I had stood.

The Flame Root no longer simply expanded. It blossomed. From the heart-crystal at the center of the sanctum, new branches of living light unfurled like luminous flowers, each petal a gateway into freshly forged realities. The Song had grown so potent, so saturated with pleasure, that existence itself was becoming fertile. Every moan, every wet slap of flesh, every gushing climax seeded new worlds with joy.

Not violently. Like someone knocking politely on a distant door. Three slow pulses echoed through every root. Thump. Thump. Thump. The First Rootkeeper's expression changed. For the first time... They looked surprised. "They're early." Harbor looked around. "Who's early?" Before the Rootkeeper could answer... A white blossom growing beside the crystal pool unfolded. Inside it rested... A tiny newborn seed. Unlike the others. This one glowed with every color of every Dawn. Silver.

" 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.