Roots Novels & Stories

"That's the way some truths come. Not by consensus. But by fatigue." Elira continued, "We quit arguing if it was fair. We simply observed that it always returned." --- 3:05 PM — Sector T, Root-Vault Listening Station Subterranean, microphones had been placed close to the growth roots of test seedlings. Playback speakers fed low murmurs—frequency echoes and root-responsive pulses. A technician gestured towards the readout. "This one's responding more when we feed it annotated speech rhythms instead of musical ones." Caelan scowled. "You think it's recognizing?"

Iris said. "Why are they studying botany?" Dolph asked but we ignored him. "Why are you planting wolfsbane throughout the garden?" Lilly asked as she looked around. "She wouldn't dare" Dad whispered as he clenched his fists. "Don't worry about it. I have my reasons." Rose replied. Lilly looked confused but followed Jasmine inside with the bags. "If he finds out that you're back and that you're planting this shit everywhere, he's going to be livid. You could start a war." Iris warned.

He opened it carefully, the pages sticking together. The handwriting was cramped, hurried. Not the precise script of the letter Isolde had received. This was different. Frantic. He read aloud, his voice low. "Day 47. The root system has breached the second chamber. Growth rate exceeds all projections. The compound is stable but the plants are developing… preferences. They respond to sound. To voice. I must be careful what I say near them." He turned the page.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

I grin. “Is that all you’re taking?” Beste asks in disapproval. “No,” I say, sticking my tongue at her, making her chuckle. I move to a different area and proceed to grab a belt, that I strap around my hips, and then grab two cadmium daggers from the wall and attach them to the belt. Between the two of us, we now have every substance that can harm or kill a sanguidae. Beste’s grenades contain bloodroot, which is a flower. We dry and pulverise it into a powdered form and add it to grenades for quick use. Bloodroot won’t kill them, but it will hurt like hell. Even a little amount can cause them enough burning pain to knock them off their feet.

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Nicko nodded quickly, "That's right. Do you know about it?" Mickey Ray nodded with a smile, then explained what he knew, "As it is known that the Dragon Mountains have a lot of natural wealth that is useful for human health. Moreover, the roots on display this time come from almost extinct trees. This tree is called the black bottle because its shape is similar to a tree, and it can only live in the direction towards the top of the mountain. Of course, getting there was extremely difficult, especially now that the number of black bottle trees did not reach twenty. This one-hundred-year-old black bottle root will be opened for ten million dollars, and I heard t

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

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."

the jagged green light. "I want to filter it." "Filter it?" "The Hollow Men are empty," Leo explained. "I need to fill them with life. But I need aggressive life. Life that grows fast. Life that fights." He pointed to the swamp outside. "This place is toxic, but it's alive. The vines grow overnight. The moss eats metal. If I use this energy... I can turn the Hollow Men into a jungle." Elena stared at him. A slow, terrifying grin spread across her face. "Weaponized biology," she cackled. "You want to turn the Nulls into compost." "Yes," Leo said. "It's dangerous," Silas warned from the doorway. "If you channel corrupted energy, Leo... it could corrupt you. It could change your mind. Make you