Novel & Cerita Uprooted

“ why?” “ Nothing, let's go.” “Purple, do you love my brother, or will you be able to love him?” Purple was silent for a minute. “I don’t love him now, but I will try to love him in future”. Purple said and left the place. Astrid sat there for minutes and thought about what can she do now. “ I can fix all these. yes, I can. Even maybe my mate does not accept me, but others can be happy. I can’t destroy so many lives.”

She plunged into the groove, pounding across the root network, seeming not to notice how her footsteps suddenly echoed hollowly. Cursing, Finn followed her in, staying close to the skin-smooth trunks and leaping among the sturdier roots. The surface gave like a mattress beneath his boots and the stink of sulfur wafted up, warning that the grove was fully mature. The roots of the carnivorous trees had pushed aside the earth, creating a hollow to collect their digestive acids. Too late, she understood. She stopped abruptly near a large parental tree, hands outstretched for balance, and looked back at him with new horror written on her face.

Mom whispers, and I cry even more. Being Harvested was the best thing that ever happened to me. THE END. CHECK OUT FIADH'S STORY- ABANDONED Book 3, Protected, is now in the making

The pan that had held emptiness now held the multitude, the chorus, the collective mass of the weave, and The iron roots released him. Not with a snap, not with a violence, but with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, the metal retreating into the trunk of the tree as if returning to sleep, to dormancy, to the geological patience from which it had been roused.

When I woke up, a young nurse pushed the door open and walked in. She said, "The sample didn't make it. It shattered completely. IVF won't be possible anymore." "What about Hannah? How is she?" The nurse looked at me, her eyes full of sympathy. "Her uterus was removed. She won't be able to have children in the future." I froze for three seconds. Then I burst out laughing. I laughed until tears poured out, until my wounds tore open, until I looked like a madman from a psychiatric ward.

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I say “You’re probably right, it is all my fault. It’s my fault they’re dead. It’s my fault they’re all dead.” I close my eyes, tears flowing freely. “All dead?” He questions. “The couple, I don’t even know their names,” I choke out in sobs, “My mom,” I fall to my knees, “My mom died because I was gone and they couldn’t find me,” I don’t want to say the last one but I have to get it out. “My brother, when we fought, I saw red and next thing you know my claws slashed across his throat.” I’m crying so hard I can’t see. “I didn’t even know I had claws, he always used to hit me but I never hit back, but after he came at me this time I- I couldn’t help it, I went to hit back but it w

she whispered, her voice barely a breath. She tried to crawl toward him, but the ground beneath her suddenly felt soft. Not moss-soft, but liquid. She looked down and saw the obsidian roots of the World-Tree beginning to dissolve. The corruption she had used to save Micah was now eating the very foundation of the Under-Whisper.

Suddenly my phone buzzed My heart stumbled Slowly I pulled away from my parents And slowly unlocked my phone Blake I’m almost at the house Open the door, Monique is starved My blood ran cold My fingers tightened around around the phone, but not from fear this time but from deep hatred I calmly smiled, a wicked smile, as I switched off my phone.

“And?” “It’s a registered number,” Dan said. “Mac Hunter.” Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s it?” “That’s it, boss,” Dan confirmed. “No address, no linked accounts, and no digital footprint that is worth anything. It’s like the name exists but the person doesn’t.” A cold silence settled on Alex’s end. “What about location?” he asked. “That’s where it gets weird,” Dan continued. “The number doesn’t stay active long enough to trace. No fixed signal and no pattern. It only pings a location when it’s being used and even then, it disappears before we can lock it down.”