The Root Novels & Stories

Both of those had been applications of power to architecture I could read completely before I moved against it, knowing the full structure before I acted on any part of it. This was different. The Architect’s root architecture was not something I could read completely from outside it. What I could read was its surface expression, the quality of it in the Council’s channels, the texture of it in Dren’s compulsion, the density of it in Solenne’s twelve-point structure. The root itself, the foundational thing that everything else ran back to, was something I had never directly touched and could not read from outside the system it sustained. The name was the key t

Kane must’ve picked up on the hopelessness I was feeling, because without further prompting from me, he continued. “I can’t help you, Layla, but I don’t need to. All you need to unlock the Root is a Catalyst.” My dread stalled, and I looked up at him with a frown. “A Catalyst,” I repeated dully. Kane nodded. “Yes. If the Root is a memory that seals you from your powers, then a Catalyst is like a key to unlocking that memory… If any of what I read back at the Crimson Shadow library is correct, then now that you’ve come in contact with the Root, even the merest contact with its Catalyst would trigge

Lily The snow wouldn’t melt near the old roots. The tree sat at the farthest edge of the Vale, half-buried in the rock face, its bark gnarled like the fingers of a corpse. No leaves. No blossoms. Just the constant drip of blood-red sap. Bloodroot. Dax found it first—said the roots hummed beneath his boots, and the runes carved into the bark whispered in tongues no one could translate. But I understood it. I felt it.

shhh' Did he just shuh me? Ladies and gentmen he did again before I could say anything, what..... Oh dear. 'Don't move' he whispered. 'O..okay..' I would never believe what I am currently seeing a plant with moving roots?! We stood still the root like snake passed us, funny how something beautiful could be dangerous. The roots had red flowers on it, I watched as it snaked around little animal before withdrawing. 'What is that?!' ' Shh' He seems to like that word, he looked around for any trace of the moving root, I looked to not looking forward to be dragged by moving roots!

"Kaelen: find the 'Heart Root'. Muna: keep the seed pulsing. We only have one chance to jumpstart this world." We followed Muna to the center of the largest petrified forest. There, a massive tree of solid quartz stood, its branches reaching up like skeletal fingers toward the grey sky. This was the "Heart Root" of Oakhaven: the planetary resonance relay that had been silenced by the void.

> “Your name is Ung’Adzi.” > “You are the hunger in the silence.” > “You are the forgetting between breaths.” > “And today, you will be remembered into stillness.” --- The air breaks. A scream — not from throat, but from sky. Clouds unravel. The river stops. And from the east comes the Root King. He does not walk. He erupts. A creature of root and soil, with a thousand mouths and no eyes. A crown made of children’s teeth. His presence bends time — flowers die and bloom at once, trees wither and re-root.

Sharp white crystals grew from the rock, glowing faintly and humming with quiet energy. “What is this place?” I asked. My voice echoed strangely. “The Root,” the boy answered. “This is where the first Sovereign was born. Before packs. Before Alphas. There was only the Blood.” We walked for a long time. My feet began to ache, and my breathing turned rough and uneven. More than once, I thought I would collapse. But each time I felt weak, the baby kicked inside me. A pulse of strength moved through my body, pushing me forward.

Angel was surprisingly here today and I have my first class with her, the thought of meeting my friends is enough to get through another day of school, with that thought I went inside and straight to the locker. **** “Radix!” my mom said and the roots started sprouting out of the ground, slowly coiling around this tree, we are currently in the forest, deeper than any person would go to make sure that people don’t hear us and we are alone. My mom uses Latin words to command me when she wants me to use a certain power, like radix which means root, it’s easy for me to just sprout them which sometimes even shocks me, it’s so normal now. I just have to believe that

The world above seems to tilt and for the first time, the ground also pulses under my feet. I feel the network of roots, the delicate tendrils and older roots interface. It is a new level of closeness to nature that I am new to. One that directs me to the single glowing herb root which I suppose must be the Auro Herb. The closer I feel to nature, the more the world tilts. Until I find myself slamming into the soft earth. I groan, and hear a rustle of feet behind me– Reagan’s perhaps. “Damian.” I hear his voice from so far away, with a hint of urgency and concern.

I let the spring slip from me in careful threads, sinking into the ground and begin it's search. There. One root pulsed faintly not with magic in the usual sense, but with something older. A resonance that matched the echo I felt whenever I stood beside her still body. I dug quietly, my fingers numb from cold and urgency. The root was thick, pale beneath the soil, twisting deep. “Forgive me,” I murmured to the tree as I wrapped both hands around it. I pulled. It resisted at first, so I braced my foot against the trunk and tugged harder, calling the spring and my wolf together.