Eating From Our Roots Novels & Stories

" 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.

"What do trees have?" Luo Ying'er asked with a smile. "The trunk, the leaves." "What else?" "A tree root." "Yes, roots." Luo Ying'er said with a smile. The ant commander frowned. After some thought, he suddenly understood everything. "In order for this tree to grow, there must be roots. Furthermore, the roots of a tree are even longer than the tree itself. Thus, as long as we hide underground and link up the roots of the tree, every single tree will actually be linked together?"

Mata said. "You can help me by telling me what you want for breakfast," I winked at them and said. They looked at each other. "We love carrots, miss." "And when there's no carrot, we eat seaweed." "And when there's no seaweed, we eat some grassroots." "And when there are no grassroots, we will be starved." "But we have a very slow digestion system. We can get by without eating anything for weeks." "OK, so I'll get you some carrots for breakfast," I said.

All the while, my hands were busy breaking the trunks of the roots that were racing to attack me. Erebus cursed, but he was willing to do a half shift with me. With my half-wolf form, I could easily break the sharp roots protecting Grace's body. “Fuck!” I cursed angrily as I watched the roots grow more and more. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I was breathing like I was being chased by demons. My body was producing a lot of sweat because of the battle against those strange roots. "Based on my observations, so far, those roots can't die. They divide according to the number of your attacks," Erebus told me through the mind link. His gray fur rose, and his tail hit the floor. Erebu

The crack left a space below about three meters wide. However, that is not the case. The problem is when tree roots stick out of nowhere and crawl on the ground. It looked around for Zeno's army and when it found it, the root immediately wrapped itself around its target. It crushes bones in seconds. Cia chuckles seeing some of his troops die. So, he focused his energy on his feet and immediately kicked his feet on the ground. The roots sticking out to the surface of the ground immediately ran aimlessly, as if they were being chased by something. Nahas, it's useless to run if safety is not guaranteed. The roots dry up and turn to ashes.

Cold beads of sweat running down my back at the announcer continued to speak. “NOW! IT’S TIME FOR THE FIRST TRIAL,” The entire audience seemed to hold their breath, the air taut with suspense as the announcement bowed with a flair then stalked away from the center of the square. Before my eyes, the ground began to rock violently. Pack members squealed and yelled as the earth cracked in multiple places then as through pulled apart, they moved to reveal roots. Tree roots? Plant roots? I couldn’t be sure. All I saw and felt was unbridled combined power as the roots grew and intertwined, flowers and leaves blooming from them like stems.

Part II: I First Used My Magic on Earth Dear Journal, This is the time where I first used my magic on Earth. I do not eat because our food is different from theirs. Our food is the combination of leaves of the greenest plant in town and the natural sugar from sugarcane. I was very hungry then I picked all the green plants in town using my magic. I compared all of them, and when I found out the greenest of all, I used my magic to get sugarcane from the plantation nearby. I ate a lot, and because of that, I am now so full. I need to go out for a while and talk to my friend, Fatima. *** After talking to Fatima ***

I opened my mouth to scream— And roots pushed past my tongue. They came from below. From inside. Coiling from my belly like they’d always lived there. Thin at first. Hair-fine. Then thicker, gnarled. Hungry. They twisted through my ribs, slid around my spine, split skin without pain. I wasn’t bleeding. I was growing. The moss beneath me rippled. Roots burrowed deeper, tangling around the spiral burned under my ribs. But it wasn’t fire anymore—it was soil. Cracked. Fertile.

he called out. I crossed to where he was crouching and looked at what he'd found. There it was, a dark root, dense, growing right at the water's edge where the ground was coldest. "That's it," I said. I knelt down carefully, aware of Mark watching, and worked it free from the ground. Finally, the root came out. Clean break at the base. Intact all the way through. Dark and dense and alive in exactly the way the damaged one hadn't been.

He only continued to eat, “I told you not to scream; sit still, and it will be fine!” Luckily, I had nearly eaten all my food because I somehow managed to throw it aside; I watched the roots or twines with wide eyes as I tried to catch my breath. They moved; they moved on their own! Wiggling my legs, I discovered. I was stuck. Every time I moved, they tightened. I didn’t dare take my eyes off them; I just dug my nails into the ground and stared at them.