Naruto Roots Novels & Stories

“Just medicine. Nothing to worry about. Soren, finish your tea. You will thank me later.” I picked up the cup again and pretended to drink more. Instead I let most of it spill behind the table when she looked away. The little I tasted already made my thoughts feel fuzzy at the edges. “Tell me more about your work,” I said, buying time. “How long have you been treating pack members with these special roots?” Mira leaned back. “Many years. Some cases need extra help when the mind fights itself. Like yours. The root calms the native spirit. Makes room for stronger echoes to guide you.”

Tano walks the perimeter of the village, drawing protection circles in ash. The wind shifts. And somewhere beyond the hills, something roars — low and long. The Root King is stirring again. But now, he knows they are resisting.

Max hit hard enough to crack rock, breath blasting out of him. “Stop!” I roared. Too late. Jace from nowhere, appeared beside us shifted, bones cracking as he tried to bring his wolf up— Roots tore from the walls. They lashed like whips, wrapping his arms and chest, slamming him to his knees. Stone cracked under the force. He snarled and fought, but the roots only tightened. Nyx began to chant. The words weren’t meant for ears. They scraped along my spine, old and wrong, pressing down on my wolf until it growled low and angry.

Soon, the growing mushrooms decide to prove they aren’t completely useless because the light they create illuminates what looks like the very roots I’m looking for. “Those things aren’t real trees, this place reeks of death and hunger,” Atlas snarls so loud, I jump. “Great, just what I needed - hangry trees,” I mutter. When Ragh catches up with me, he doesn’t bother trailing after me and instead matches my stride, looking around with a bored expression. “These roots connect many realms and they’re not hangry, whatever it’s supposed to mean. The roots feed on balance and judging by how drastically the feeling is changing, I assume your presence disturbs that balance. I wonder if your child ca

She looked pathetic down there, huddled in the dry leaves, but her eyes were already darting around, her fingers were twitching as she tried to summon a flicker of her own power, as some way to lash out, to teleport, to burn this place to the ground but She didn't get the chance. I didn't even have to think about it; I just willed the forest to listen. Beneath us, the deep, ancient roots of the surrounding oaks and scrub pines began to shift. The ground groaned, a low, tectonic rumble that vibrated through my boots, and then the roots erupted.

I managed to laugh, though it only lasted a couple of seconds because of the pain which surged through my neck. I moved my hand to hold onto wound in an attempt to relieve the pain, but it didn't do all that much other than remind me of the scar which I was going to have left once it had healed. I was also reminded that Link was the one who did this to me. But then I remembered what Kyros told me. Alpha James had drugged him and messed with his mind, he was nothing more than a weapon in that asshole's game, a game I didn't want to play anymore.

Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again. The night deepened, and Aqua’s parents stood together, a flicker of desperation in their eyes. Her father grasped her mother’s hands tightly. “We can’t let them use our child. We need to call upon the ancestors to help us escape this nightmare.” Her mother nodded, her expression a mix of fear and determination. “You’re right. It’s time to leave. For our family.” They joined hands and began to chant, their voices weaving together a spell infused with urgency and hope. Aqua felt the air around them pulse with energy, the weight of their words resonating through her.

Ronan stepped forward, his presence like a shadow eating the light. "Touching," he said, voice slick with disdain. "But you're both fools. The gods bred you for war, not sisterhood. You think your bond will save you?" He raised his hand, and the ground cracked. Roots burst from the earth, writhing with dark runes. A corrupted magic that pulsed with something older than Luna herself. "He's using you!" Liana shouted to Astrid. "This isn’t freedom. It’s slavery with prettier lies!"

said Azareel expressing his opinion. Nelson's eyes looked worried, he didn't want to see the fight again but it was impossible, because the tree roots that had been bothering him began to show his movements in front of his other friends. "The roots are moving!" exclaimed Reymond. All eyes are toward the roots which are getting bigger and bigger. “A creeper,” murmurs Azareel after seeing the movement of the tree's roots. Bit by bit, black light forming eyes and mouth began to appear on the tree trunk.

They gave their blood to the earth, mixing it with the Vespera-ink. The ground began to **Scream**. --- ## The Birth of the Territory I felt a sudden, violent pull. The ink and the blood didn't just sit in the snow; they turned into **Roots**. Massive, obsidian tendrils erupted from the earth, reaching up like the fingers of a buried giant. They didn't pass through me. They **Caught** me. The roots wrapped around my flickering ankles, my waist, my throat. They weren't cold; they were burning with a fierce, wild heat