Naruto Roots Novels & Stories

Before she could answer, the ground trembled. A low groan rolled through the clearing—like stone grinding against stone. The oak at Solara’s back shuddered. Bark split down the middle, revealing wet amber light beneath. Roots erupted from the earth in a whip-crack burst, lashing toward us like living snakes. “Move!” I shouted. I slowed time perception instinctively. The roots moved in languid arcs—thick, black, tipped with thorns that glistened like obsidian. I dodged the first strike, rolling left. Solara scrambled to her feet, flames roaring back to life along her arms.

Rogue chuckled softly and hugged me. "We are pereche Hera and I believe that with all my being," he said firmly and I nodded telling him I felt the same. "Do you know anything about a small black root," I asked him curiously and he furrowed his brow and nodded. "Yes, it's the ancient ones' fetuses, they are small black roots that need to take root in their host," he explained bitterly and I swallowed uncomfortably. "How do you...wait, did Vlad give you one," he asked roughly and I nodded my head.

The roots felt like iron snakes coiling around Siron’s ankles. She shrieked, more out of shock than pain. Kit spun around, his eyes bulging at the sight of the self-moving roots. "What on earth is this?!" Before Siron could answer, a small shadow figure with red eyes glided out from behind a tree. It wasn't a fully formed human shape; it looked more like a twisted shadow doll, with limbs that were far too long and a face that consisted only of a wide grin and two points of fire.

Leo rasped, his eyes fixed on the black screen. ​"I can't," Ren whispered, his blue-nebula eyes flickering as he replayed the sub-millisecond data. "The biometric signature is... it’s the 'Root'. Every Vane ever born, including us, is just a derivative of that specific genetic sequence. He didn't just walk out of the Trench, Leo. He unfolded himself from the pressure."

--- Our hands brushed—barely. But the spark was real. A pulse of something primal and old. The space between us shimmered— heavy with what was and what might be again. The shadows moved. Whispers scraped through the trees like bone against stone. The Root That Hungers. It had worn another name once—sacred, seated at Selene’s right hand. Before it tried to consume the Veil. Before the Divine Council chained it beneath Hollowfire. It was never dead. Never gone. Just waiting.

Dren murmured. “Yes,” I admitted. “But convincing lies are morale.” He groaned. We descended carefully, slow enough to stay alive but fast enough that our pursuers wouldn’t have time to get into position above us. Mara’s silhouette moved with controlled certainty. “Shift right. Use the root. It’s solid.” “That root?” I asked. “Yes.” “It looks cursed.” “It’s stronger than you.” “Rude.” “True.” Dren whispered, “Please stop… talking.” “Talking keeps you conscious,” I said.

in a soft voice filled with wonder and curiosity, I didn’t understand what he meant and just looked at him waiting for an explanation. “Just try to concentrate and think that all the roots are going back to the ground” he continued without explaining what he meant, how could I do something like this, I am a human but still did what he asked me to do. I solely concentrated on the stems, trying to clear my mind, and then my mind just started working on its own, ordering the roots to go back into the ground even before I could do anything, it was like my mind knew what is to be done and then all the roots slowly started retreating.

“Yes, because it was a mutated carvera that Raven had been working on for months. Out of hundreds of the mutated varieties, only one of such carvera survived. So I hope you can imagine how important it was for Raven, considering how much time, resources and probably emotions he had invested in it.” I nodded once, pursing my lips. “Even so, it was still a plant! All you had to do was be careful. Did you know how to protect yourself from it?” she asked. “I had read that… its r-roots are its weakness,” I said. “If we uproot them, they lose their power, and… eventually, they die.” Nesryn looked away with a huff as she ran her fingers through her open hair, flipping them back. “So you knew how to

She looked much younger and so powerful as her eyes glowed green and her finger tips let out green sparks. "I'd rather die." He maintained his stand, earning a deep chuckle from Scarlett. She closed her eyes and slowly as she hummed, a new set of roots began growing from the ground, winding like tendrils and latching onto the rogue's body. I watched in awe as he screamed in horror, looking with wide eyes as one of the roots went round his neck. Soon enough he was making gagging sounds as the former luna smirked with a glint in her eyes that meant business. I was beginning to think that the man was ready to die when he suddenly sputtered the words we had all been hoping for.

Even the murky black water of the unholy spring parted, revealing clear water beneath. Shock flickered across Nunzio's face. He hadn't expected such power. Still, he remained composed. Curling a finger toward a branch above him, he said coldly, "If you wish to destroy my manifestation, then I'll show you the true strength of my soul root." The moment he finished speaking, the entire grove trembled. The ancient thousand-year-old trees tore themselves from the ground. Black markings writhed along their trunks like living things, and enormous ink-black hands sprouted from their crowns, swinging toward Aria.