Naruto Takes Over Root Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He looked at the Overseer, and for the first time, the Architect looked terrified. "I didn't die in the spindle," Aris said. "I just moved to the **Root Directory**. And I'm not here to save the world. I'm here to finish the job." He smashed the red orb into the ground. The world didn't turn gold. It didn't turn violet. It turned **Red**.

The seemingly huge blackened tide- consist of the numerous beasty warriors, the beast kingdom, is indeed in a great advantage for their number, but the three of them stood, clenching on an unbreakable hope, they aren’t easily submitting. ‘’Humanity isn’t losing and will never lose!’’ ‘’Isn’t this ‘that’ person’s head?’’- and in Viscor Mukha’s hands is Niru’s severed head. ‘’??’’ - Naran slowly lost his consciousness as he sees Niru’s head. His eyes became all white, rage takes over his sanity. ‘’Y- You dare to hurt Near?’’ ‘’Near? Isn’t that the name of…’’ ‘’You hurt Near? The one destined to bore my child, the one I loved dearly?’’-Ground trembled as he speaks these words- The eye of the di

It was only a split second and the movement that followed was a long, deep crush. Morgan took a deep breath, his appetite was rising and he didn't want to lose control. It was different with Cia, the woman while moving her hand towards the naitura root, and immediately the dead root slowly expanded again and also stood straight again. That made those who peeked surprised beyond belief. If it was that easy, why didn't Cia just take on this task from the start? Then, Cia closed her distance from Morgan. Morgan, who was treated so intimately, squeezed Cia's ass sensually. And when Cia still wanted to go deeper, Morgan pulled away.

They cut it out of the world and folded it into itself, strangling it in its own roots until it couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, could only wait. I tore my hand from the stone with a ragged breath. Nyra grabbed my arm to steady me, her face pale. “What did you see?” “They didn’t just take magic,” I said hoarsely. “They trapped it. They locked the forest inside itself.” Nyra’s eyes widened, horror blooming in their depths. Before she could speak, my mark flared again. And the forest answered. “Unbound heir… break the root… free me…” The voice was every branch, every leaf, every root grinding beneath the weight of centuries.

It just gave it more room to spread. “Here,” she said, reaching her hand out to Selene. “Both of you. Sit.” Ronan looked like he wanted to argue on principle. Then he sighed and lowered himself onto the ground opposite her. Selene settled between them, completing the triangle. Mirra took their hands, closed her eyes, and dropped her awareness down—past their immediate worry, past the parasite’s thin, slick presence, down into the deeper strata of who they were together. “We’re going to make a root,” she said quietly. “A shared one. Every time something tries to twist us, we come back to it. Out loud.”

I thought the matter would end there, but while I was away this time, Nara finally had the chance to cut the tree down. When I rushed into the garden, the tree had already been sawed through the trunk. Its once sturdy body lay broken across the grass with the branches scattered in pieces. All that remained was a bare, lifeless stump. Nara stood beside it and gave me a vicious smile. "I've already cut it down. What can you do about it? This is my home with Lucas now. I call the shots. You stole Lucas from me for three years. It's time to give him back."

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.

He was gripping the windowsill so hard I thought it might crack. "They drugged you?" I asked quietly. His jaw clenched. "Leave." "What did they give you?" "It doesn't matter..." "Tell me." He finally turned to face me. His eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide. Sweat dripped down his chest, following the lines of his tattoos. "Feral Root," he said through gritted teeth. "Forces the shift. Makes the wolf take over. Makes you lose control." I swallowed. "Control of what?" His eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower. "Everything."

Her eyes turned into twin novas, and her skin cracked with lines of light. A vision surged through the minds of everyone present. A tree. Massive, endless. Its roots reached into all realms, mortal, divine, and void. And at its center, a child of fire. A seed. Aria. Then, fire. The tree burned. Not with destruction. With rebirth. The Root feared her. Because she was the anomaly. A spark that could burn both chaos and order. Aria collapsed, and Elizabeth caught her, heart pounding. The girl was breathing barely. Her light flickered like a candle in the wind.

He moved with a violent, controlled grace, his eyes never leaving mine, drinking in my tears and my gasps as if they were the only fuel he needed. It was an act of possession that went beyond the physical. I felt his mind—the dual consciousness—trying to merge with mine, the "Sync" bridge straining to handle the load. For a heartbeat, I saw what he saw: the city as a living, breathing organ, every heartbeat a note in a symphony of control. And in the center of it all, I was the one holding the baton. The ceiling of the Shadow-Root began to crack, dust and sparks raining down on the furs Dante had pulled from a nearby emergency locker. He lay over me, his weight a heavy, protective shroud, hi