Unscramble Roots Novels & Stories

However, shy, she got closer to the professor and began to admire the show standing by his side. The roots of the trees began to emerge from the earth, like earthworms. After the root tips of the tree near them, the tree with black leaves, came to light, there was a broken branch sound. The tree rose gently, slightly, until it seemed like a ballerina who instead of standing on top of her feet, stood on the tip of its thick roots, and began to move as slowly as a snail. Even so, all the trees that were asked and followed the black tree, began to move to an area indicated by Professor Knudlac.

In the beginning, the black smoke was only a little shallow. As time went by, the black smoke grew thicker and thicker. It even covered the whole pile of corpses. At this time, the roots came out of the ground and came to an open space in the center. They began to wrap around each other. After a while, the roots were tightly wrapped into a human shape. At first glance, he looked like the most common scarecrow in the field. However, this scarecrow was made up of tightly entangled roots, and it gave off a sinister smell.

There was a sudden haze in my memory that made me drop the memory. "W-what happened here?" No idea what these roots are. I have never read of a plant that lives like this. What I see are the roots similar to vines and the body is black. It's moving a little but it's not attacking anything. Inside the store was similar to a ballet bark, and it was even slightly moving and lurking.

“That was… different.” Lena’s smile widened. “It usually is.” I held Kate close, her heart racing against mine. “What did you see?” She shook her head slowly. “Nothing clear. Just… roots. Black roots twisting under the earth. Like veins. Alive. Angry.” Lena’s voice dropped. “Then we’re already running out of time.”

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.

he added, with the faintest curl of disdain, “is inherently unstable.” “The Root didn’t love me,” Sariah said. “It recognized me.” The false lattice continued to grow, twisting upward, tethering itself to memory threads that had not yet been written. It wasn’t fast, but it was precise. And precision, unchecked, would undo them all. “We have to destabilize it,” Thalen said under his breath. “If the Root sees a flaw, even one, it will pause the integration.” Sariah nodded. “Then we find the weakness.”

She knocked against the wall. “Beautiful tree. Let me free. I need to eat and drink and breathe. Open the door, separate your roots so we can leave through you.” Stretching out her hand she shot one last burst of her intent to be free under the moon through her touch and held the roots. “Somethings happening Alpha! Look, the dirt moves!” Bradford scratched at the dirt and it moved a little faster. Soon a hole opened up and he stopped digging, “Raven, it seems as if the roots are shifting…Raven?”

The pressure beneath us intensified until the air itself felt compressed. Kaelith stepped closer to the edge of the clearing, studying the movement. “It’s not random. It’s selective.” “Selective how?” I asked. He pointed downward. “The roots aren’t all rising equally.” I followed his gaze. He was right. Some roots were dissolving into the darkness below. Others were being pulled upward intact. And some—only some—were resisting the pull entirely, trembling violently as though refusing to be taken. The entity saw it too. Its breath hitched.

The tone of them carried weight, power that seemed to vibrate faintly through the air. And suddenly!... The ground trembled. A deep shudder rolled through the plains beneath them. Then! CRACK! The earth split open. From the ruptured soil, thick dark roots burst violently upward. They erupted from the ground like serpents clawing their way out of the underworld… twisting, writhing, alive with unnatural force. Chunks of dirt and stone exploded into the air as the roots surged outward, tearing through the soil. Then they shot forward… Fast. Far too fast… Straight towards Lucien.

—a "Biological-Trojan-Horse." This section provides a 1,200-word granular account of the "Neural-Landscape" of the A****n Root. It wasn't a forest; it was a "Cerebral-Cortex" made of obsidian-vines and glowing violet sap. The children moved through the "Synapses" of the planet, dodging the "Audit-Pulses" and the "Immune-Sentinels."