Naruto Roots Novels & Stories

Just raw, powerful Alpha strength. His wolf rose to the surface, eyes blazing silver. "Now," he growled. "We end this." Morgath raised her hands, gathering dark magic for one final attack. Before she could release it, the ground beneath her exploded upward. Roots. Massive, ancient tree roots erupting from the earth, wrapping around her like chains. Elder Orin stood at the courtyard's edge, both hands on his walking stick, chanting. "The land remembers," he said. "And it does not forget those who abuse its magic."

"Ah! Stop it!" From the ground below, sharp roots sprang up into the sky to attack the first elder. The roots even attacked the people that the first elder passed by. Seeing how powerful the roots were, the first elder could only run and keep dodging. Unfortunately, all the power he had was sealed by the pressure coming from Long Chen's token. BOOMMM... "It's not over yet! Fifth dragon style, wood fire attack!" ROARRRRR....! "Crazy! This guy is crazy! He can actually bring out half of the wooden dragon's power, he really is a crazy man!" Long Ro'er shouted desperately.

she said and handed him some roots. "Are you sure about this?" the Mage asked. "It will kill all the shared powers" the young woman replied and walked away in the other direction. "A dream?" the Mage jumped up on his bed. "The roots, I need to find it" he got out of bed furiously.

“I wasn't raised for that.” Rogan studied me for a long moment, then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small object, an acorn pendant, carved from dark wood, smooth with age. “My mother gave this to me when I became alpha,” he said. “She told me, ‘Real power isn’t in the bark. It’s in the roots.’ You have roots, Kieran. Deep ones. I see them, and I want them.” The tears came without permission. Hot and unwelcome. I turned away, wiping them with the heel of my hand like they were a betrayal.

I still couldn’t believe it, but the proof pulsed beneath my palm. My pup. Our hero. “Cute trick,” Elyra hissed, recovering. Her fingers twisted suddenly, and the earth split, monstrous roots surging toward me. “But you’re still alone.” “No!” I dodged, but a root snared my ankle, yanking me skyward. “Luna!” Nancy shouted. Dwayne tried to lunge forward, but another root pinned him in place. Genna’s shield flickered—the pup’s power waning. Below, Ragnor’s claws ripped free of Elyra’s bindings.

"What I want to know is how you were able to do the shadow fog thing and use roots? When we first got together to work with each other, you told us you were an earth witch. So, the roots are understandable, not the fog." Gin asked. I smiled brightly at him. "See! This is why I like you, Gin. Not only are you extremely intelligent, you are gorgeous as well... and have a hefty package to boot." I winked at him and stared down at his hanging dick that I wanted so badly. "Sadly... I have to get rid of you all." I sighed deeply. "What?" Frank said, but before he could do anything, I called for my roots. They slithered from behind him and held all three men in place. They all struggled against my

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.

The vines had drained almost everything from her, and now the young witch was reaching for the child, her fingers glowing with that sickly green light. He couldn’t let that happen. He stopped fighting the roots. Instead, he grabbed them with both hands and pulled them toward himself, gathering them in his arms. The roots resisted, trying to spread out, but he held tight, his fingers digging into the rough bark. “What are you doing?” the lead witch demanded. Kaden didn’t answer. He brought the roots to his mouth and bit down hard. The taste was bitter, foul, like drinking poison. But he didn’t stop. He tore at the roots with his teeth, ripping them apart, swallowing the pieces.

The one who never rose when called. Marion raised his blade cautiously. “You’ve been here this whole time?” “Someone had to keep the roots dreaming,” Sloth muttered, sitting up slowly. Moss and light slid off his shoulders like liquid shadow. “The tree breathes better when I sleep close.” “That exhaustion, it’s you,” Marion realized. Sloth’s faint smile carried no guilt. “Balance, little omega. Rest is balance too.” Before they could reply, the ground shuddered violently. The roots beneath them split with a thunderous crack. Shadows gushed from the fissure, hundreds of them, wraiths and corrupted rogues crawling out like smoke and teeth.

The roots beneath her shifted subtly, forming obstacles, guiding her movement, and creating an imperceptible rhythm that confused her pursuers. The first sentinel stumbled slightly, unnerved by the distortion in the ground beneath him. Aria’s eyes followed him, noting the shift in his posture, the adjustment of his steps, the flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. He had trained to read the forest, to interpret its natural rhythms, but he was facing something entirely different. The energy flowing from her veins into the roots and air had created a living web, one that responded instinctively to her movements and commands.