Roots Novels & Stories

she adds, shaking her head, “the effects wear off. So I don’t believe this was used on you. Your suppression’s been too consistent.” Staring at it, my stomach turns a little and I make a mental note to avoid anything that even vaguely resembles a sweet potato for the rest of my life. Her fingers move to the next. Our next possible culprit is a deep purple, almost black, shape resembling a small eggplant but sprouting thin, with hairy roots emanating from one end. “Wildroot. This one’s permanent. It disables the beast for life. You lose your scent, shifting takes longer than usual, and you don’t hear a voice in your head.”

Stooper crushed a handful of dried leaves into one of the bowls, then added drops of thick red liquid from a small bottle. "This is called Moon root and Alpha’s blood,” Stooper explained. “It helps reveal connections of the soul.”

He pointed to Darrion shook his head. “This is Ponta Root. It’s highly nutritious and can increase vitality, stamina, and endurance for significant person. It also has a calming effect on one’s mind.” Myoga explained. “Ah, wait a second.” The doctor walked past Darrion and put the wooden cup beside Kuro’s bed. Then he stroke the sleeping dog’s body softly before turning his attention to the two pets around his bed. “Michi, Yuzu, you should go back to your bed. I’m sure Kuro-kun will be alright.” He told the other two pets.

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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.

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The Root was not a building; it was a scar on the earth, a brutalist geodesic dome of reinforced carbon-steel and sea-etched glass that had been hammered into the very center of the Fibonacci spiral. Here, the "Sombra" humming was no longer a vibration—it was a roar, a low-frequency thrum that made the air shimmer with heat-haze. Around the perimeter, the Ares "Harvest-Drill" sat like a gargantuan, silver insect, its diamond-tipped mandibles grinding into the sacred soil, sucking the bioluminescent sap into sterile, pressurized vats.

Rileys eyes blinked open. She felt groggy and unsure of her surroundings, just like every other time she woke this past week. She couldn't remember where she was, she felt dirty and cold, she couldn't even feel her wolf Ava anymore. Her flesh burned with every movement she took. Was this a dream? Had it all been a dream? She looked around and noticed it was a dark room with no windows, like she was in a basement. The room felt wet and cold. She lay on a bed and noticed a metal chain attached to her ankle. There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Roy was driving back to his pack when he noticed something ahead. He drove closer and realized that it was a fallen tree. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, wondering how it got there, because it wasn’t there when he and Alan drove past earlier. “How did this get here?” he murmured, bringing his car to a halt.