Naruto Roots Novels & Stories

I look down and I'm shocked to see huge roots bursting from the concrete floor, whipping around and knocking into wolves. I hear groans and hear the tearing of clothes as the wolves are forced to shift to fight off the thick sharp tree roots. Was I doing that too? I looked down at my hand. There was a pressure there, a slight tingling. Maybe if I can direct it somehow...... "It would be easier to come quietly." The witch mumble, her gaze an odd shade of grey. She had no pupils. I shook my head, trying to focus my intentions on the roots. If I can somehow just direct them-

Only the one standing in front of her remained now. The rogue watched in shock as the roots rose from the ground beneath him, it tried to move away from them, but it seemed like the roots had a mind of their own as it tracked its movements, and in a flash they had managed to wrap themselves around the rabid rogue in a tight hold, holding it in place and making it immobile. No matter what it did, the roots didn't break or snap. The rogue even tried to snap its canines at it, but it didn't work. Everyone stared in shock as the wolf tried to get itself out from the hold the roots had on its body and limbs.

Chapter 58: The Root Cellar The woman in the red coat did not cast a spell. She didn't chant. She simply exerted her will, and the earth obeyed. The roots wrapping around Kaelen’s legs were not magic; they were nature weaponized by a mutation as old as the ice. They tightened like pythons, crushing the tactical gear my son had dressed him in. Kaelen struggled, his silver eyes flashing with calculation, but the roots were relentless. They pulled him down until his knees cracked against the cobblestones.

The overbearing root ruthlessly apart tore the vast land of Nine Heavens Tribe apart as though a whip had struck from Heaven. Since the whip missed him, the tree roots emerged continuously. “Alex, be careful! There are roots on the left! There are roots on the right too... So many! So many roots have appeared! Ah! There... There are nine of them!” Shado, who was in Alex’s arms, was facing the sky and just happened to see the nine enormous tree roots above her. The entwined roots had countless tinier roots that intertwined with each other, forming an inescapable net so that there was nowhere to escape.

The stench of rot filled the air as the roots tightened, biting into my skin like iron. “Rowan Holt,” one hissed, her voice sharp as ice. “Always the loyal son.” “Always the fool,” another crooned. The roots pulled harder, dragging me down to my knees. I snarled, forcing calm into my voice. “You think chains hold me?” I closed my eyes, drawing in breath, letting the storm inside me swell. The roots groaned. The air crackled, sharp and cold. When I opened my eyes again, the world was tinted blue with power.

“Bree, I…” whatever explanation he was hoping to provide was cut short by the massive root that emerged from the ground and trapped him against the wall. The situation was awfully familiar, except now the branches were twice as large and she had done it without a single hint of effort. At least the training was paying off. Nate noticed she controlled the roots to such extent that he could not move a single muscle from the neck down but was left completely unharmed. He almost smiled from the thought that she was mad, but not enough to hurt him.

“Do you think I will let you go as you wish after everything you did in my domain and to the descendants of Berthold?” His hands clenched into fists, pulling out plant roots that spread rapidly from various directions towards Nicholas, who looked at all the roots with their horror eyes, trying to avoid the roots of plants, which unfortunately they could not avoid. The roots of the plant spread fast to bind Nicholas' body so that he could see Nicholas' face, which had turned purple as the blood flow around their bodies was blocked by the roots of the plant. "I ... told you..." Nicholas tried to speak with difficulty as they ran their sand to prevent the plant roots from moving, binding their

In the EmberRoots channel, Nayra sent a short voice message from La Paz: “The roots are reaching farther than they know.” Sophia listened twice, then closed her eyes. For the first time in weeks, she felt something close to rest. The Network of Shadows had met its first true turning point. And it would not be the question.

Torin tried to get to him but the roots had already gotten to his shoulders. Draven growled. “No—don’t touch him!” I snapped at Torin. The roots tightened more. I moved closer to him but he still felt far. Draven didn’t panic. He never did. He starts cutting at the bindings with controlled precision, jaw clenched, breath steady. But, the forest did not care. Rather, the vines reacted instantly, thickening around him, sinking into his skin. Then his eyes stilled as they darkened—not with fear, but with something like recognition.

At the same time, Poppy called to the growing things deep underground with her power. The roots of nearby trees and bushes responded to her call. Poppy and Natalia continued to roll around in the dirt, Natalia never really giving Poppy a chance to get on her feet, Poppy continuing to claw and nip at any part of Natalia she could reach. Around them the ground trembled as the plants responded to Poppy’s call. With a shower of sand and dirt, they burst through the floor of the arena. Several roots wrapped around Natalia, yanking her off Poppy and throwing her against one of the walls.