Unscramble Roots Novels & Stories

Only the one standing in front of her remained now. The rogue watched in shock as the roots rose from the ground beneath him, it tried to move away from them, but it seemed like the roots had a mind of their own as it tracked its movements, and in a flash they had managed to wrap themselves around the rabid rogue in a tight hold, holding it in place and making it immobile. No matter what it did, the roots didn't break or snap. The rogue even tried to snap its canines at it, but it didn't work. Everyone stared in shock as the wolf tried to get itself out from the hold the roots had on its body and limbs.

“Well, Alissa, these are no ordinary roots. They are an unnatural creation made with black magic and planted by the Red Queen's forces, to poison the land of her sisters' loyalties,” With one big pull from him, the roots finally broke free from the soil. He straightened his back; his shirt sticking to his sweaty, hot skin and cleaned the sweat off his brow. He reached for the bag he had left on the ground and pulled out a bottle of water. Steadying his breath, he tilted his head back and I watched his moist Adam’s apple carry the water down his throat.

Thankfully Cass takes a step back, a second later huge roots crack through the concrete and wrapped around the steel bars tightly. Cass stumbles back in shock while I get out of the way as the roots harshly pull at the bars until they came out. Cass looks at the steel bars still being held by the roots, eyes wide with shock as she breathed out. " That was badass."

Lauryn followed them and helped Violet who was getting ready to separate the spinach leaves from the stems. “You’re doing great, Violet,” Lauryn encouraged her. Suddenly, Mark arrived unexpectedly with a new root crop that smelled like spoilt food. “Hey, everyone,” he greeted them. “I brought some new roots to add to our stock.” Violet wrinkled her nose at the smell. “Why do we always collect roots?” she asked curiously. Lauryn smiled at her. “Because herbs and roots are very important for our health, Violet. They give us strength and keep us healthy.”

Dream-Root. The Ancients had described it once in the Frost Peaks. A plant that fed on buried grief and projected fear outward into the minds of living things nearby. On its own it caused confusion and low-level dread. Fed by Morvanna and Kaelen's concentrated dark craft and aimed at a column of wolves carrying years of unprocessed grief from border conflict it became something capable of breaking minds entirely. I walked to the center of the graveyard and crouched in front of the nearest plant.

Directly next door. Nicholas Varn's statement identified the root of the network's architecture in the way that roots revealed themselves when the tree had been sufficiently examined — not dramatically, not as a single revelation, but as the piece that made the entire structure comprehensible in a way that all the previous evidence had been pointing toward without providing.

I haven’t, I promise, at least not as completely as he believes. “These roots you mentioned,” Ragh mutters suddenly, looking very darn uncomfortable and clearly trying to change the topic. I think it’s unfair, he’s like a looney bin hater or some shit, but whatever, I have no time to waste anyway. “Yep,” I say, adding extra emphasis on the “p.” “What are those roots?” Ragh asks cautiously, glancing back at the entrance of this odd ass room, acting as if I can’t see him looking for any exit closest to him.

“We can’t tell the elders. They’ll just seal it up and forget about it. They won’t understand. They’ll think it’s just a piece of old junk. But we know it’s not. We know it’s connected. It’s drawing power. What if it’s drawing more than just power? What if it’s waking up?” The thought was too terrifying to ignore. Leo knew she was right. They had to know. Grimly, he nodded. “Okay. But carefully.” They used Leo’s knife to carefully scrape away the soil from the energy root. The root was thick and pulsed with a soft, golden light. It was alive. Cutting into it felt like a violation. Sela held the broken rod, its crystal end pointing towards the door’s panel. Leo took two thin, conductive wires

We fall into the dark. --- **The Trial of Roots** We land in a cavern where roots dangle like nooses, their ends embedded in the skulls of wolves. A voice booms-the city itself. *"You defy. You destroy. What will you *build*?"* Eden touches a root. It pulses, memories flooding-Jason's laugh, Kael's last snarl, Rhydian's hollowed eyes. "It wants our pain." "Then let it choke on it." I slice the roots with the shard.

It’s a cornerstone. And Duskbane’s not a pack anymore. It’s a beginning. The first root’s down. Let’s see what grows.