Naruto Roots Novels & Stories

When he looked down to see what was causing it, he was stunned. There, impaled through his left thigh was a thick, unearthed root from the tree he had been leaning on, to catch his breath and argue with his wolf. The root was nearly a foot through his thigh, effectively pinning Kane helplessly to the spot he stood. The root was too thick to snap, and Kane realized that without tools or his wolf's help, he was pinned and had no chance of escaping. How could a root unearth itself and grow through his leg? Kane looked around in panic. What kind of dark magic was this?

The fit was exact. From the walls, vines uncoiled, each holding fragments: rusted scalpels, restraints, teeth. Gifts. Sacrifices. He closed his eyes. And the altar spoke. “You wear no name.” He bared his teeth. “Then give me one.” ⸻ Back at the Station – Clara’s Discovery Clara’s hands trembled as she traced the old tribal notes. The Root didn’t just feed on death. It mirrored life. It mimicked those who came too close.

I stumbled back when my eyes fell on the black roots rising from the cracks on the ground. A loud roar poured from the king as one root tore through his leg. I thought my soul had ripped from me. Another large and black root tore through his stomach to the other side. His other leg was next and his arms. “Wanirace! Wanirace! Wanirace!” “NO please!” A root tore through his mouth with his jaw dislocating. The roots continued growing higher, rising with him pinned on them. He shook to show sign of life, blood running down the roots, his eyes wide and moving about in so much fear.

Slowly, the Father-Root stopped writhing and began to reach toward her. ​"The Root isn't a battery," Nora whispered, looking up at the Keeper. "It’s a Memory. And right now, it remembers being a part of the Earth. It wants to protect us. But it needs the Respiration to give it the range." ​The Keeper looked at the ceiling, where the first cracks from the approaching moonlet’s gravity were starting to spider-web across the ice. He looked at Nora’s amber glow—the light of the Davis future—and then at Kael’s scarred, weary face.

“Not a god. Not a beast. Something between. A thing that crawled through the cracks when the world broke open. It doesn’t want worship. It wants history. Blood. Memory.” Ronan’s grip on her tightened. “We’re leaving.” But the roots were already moving again. And this time, they weren’t subtle. They burst upward, tearing through the moss and stone—jagged, blackened tendrils clawing for purchase. Not fast, but deliberate. Hungry. One slammed into the dirt inches from Lira’s boot. She swore and loosed an arrow out of instinct. It thudded uselessly into one of the roots—and vanished. Swallowed whole.

She still remembered how the tree roots hurt and sucked his energy. "What is this? Tree roots again?" Said Nara glaring. She was not given a chance to escape. The roots of the tree-covered his face. This power is similar to Michael's strength against the King of the Hereafter. Nara was trapped in the roots of the trees that were growing rapidly around him. It got very dark.

Spiritual Roots were an extraordinary feature. People with a Spiritual Root could easily enter the ninth rank if they possessed a cultivation method that allowed them to absorb Empyrean Spiritual Energy. James was forthcoming with everything and revealed his journey in reaching the fabled ninth rank. He also shared the existence of Spiritual Roots that Tyrus told him about. The three of them listened carefully. After hearing this, Simon stood up restlessly. He asked, “James, do you have a cultivation method capable of absorbing Empyrean Spiritual Energy?” James nodded and said, “Mhm. I obtained one a few years ago by chance.”

“Well, Alissa, these are no ordinary roots. They are an unnatural creation made with black magic and planted by the Red Queen's forces, to poison the land of her sisters' loyalties,” With one big pull from him, the roots finally broke free from the soil. He straightened his back; his shirt sticking to his sweaty, hot skin and cleaned the sweat off his brow. He reached for the bag he had left on the ground and pulled out a bottle of water. Steadying his breath, he tilted his head back and I watched his moist Adam’s apple carry the water down his throat.

He freezes in place, searching my eyes. "You may be stronger than me, but I will always be far more resourceful." I state. Confused, Xander continues to stare at me as if expecting my body to combust in flames. Using all the energy in me, I begin to channel the power within me. My mind blanks out everything around me, so that I can concentrate on my surroundings. I pull on the earth, and watch as roots begin to shoot up beneath us like snakes in the grass. The roots move quickly, searching for their target. Vines from the trees begin to lower themselves along the ground and tug at his ankles. Both the vines and roots intertwine and twists themselves along his body.

Power burst across the clearing with such terrifying force that the Hallow came alive. Roots erupted from the earth like the ribs of some ancient beast clawing its way to the surface. Trees groaned as branches splintered beneath invisible pressure, and the ground rolled beneath their feet in slow, violent waves, as though the forest itself had become an ocean under her command. Nico barely had time to plant his feet. A thorned vine cracked through the air. It tore across his flank, ripping fur and flesh alike before hurling him through the dirt. He rolled several times before digging his claws into the earth, carving deep trenches that finally brought him to a stop.