Uprooted Novels & Stories

He fell forward, coughing, as his shadow returned to its solid, jagged shape. "Kaima?" he wheezed. "I’m here, Rowan," I said, helping him up. "And we’re going to kill the Gardener." --- ### The Root of the Problem The Gardener screamed—a sound of high-pitched feedback that made the white marble tree groan. "You are a parasite! You are destroying the perfection! If you will not be pruned, you will be **Uprooted**!" The ground beneath us began to shake. The beautiful green valley began to tilt, the grass turning into sharp, silver needles. The white tree began to grow, its branches reaching out like giant hands to crush us.

To: Honey❤️ Please don't leave me..ILOVEYOU.

He knew I wasn't joking because I did not like her to begin with. We arrived at the Utopia after a two hours drive, using Mason's untarred road. It was a bumpy ride, but it was faster than the original road which took five hours to get there. Mason and I decided we would tar or cement the road, whichever was wallet-friendly to us. We were not as buoyant as we once were because of our businesses. We still used human currency, and we got dividends from shares and businesses but our restrictions hindered our business and stopped us from expanding further, and because the business world is ever-changing it had affected us tremendously. I guess we couldn't have it all. Something had to give.

The Pillars of Unity, standing as guardians of the empire's destiny, seemed to emanate an aura of uncertainty that mirrored the collective anticipation. Valeria's journey led her to an ancient oracle hidden deep within the Eastern Alliance. The oracle, a guardian of cosmic wisdom, revealed that the cosmic visions were a reflection of potential futures—branches on the tree of destiny. The Pillars of Unity, though grounded in the present, held the capacity to channel energies that could shape the trajectory of those potential futures.

Warren I fucked up. Well and truly. And I didn’t know how to fix it, which wasn’t like me, I knew how to fix issues, it was a simple call, pull of strings, words whispered to the right people and everything I needed to be done would be. But with Heron, there were no strings to pull, the irony of her being a seamstress was not lost on me. I stood a moment, the cold night air mocking me as I gripped tightly on the drink between my fingers. The smooth crystal glass, warping my features as I stared down at it. Not able to stomach the liquid for the first time.

“Hope. Asha. Tare. What do I do?” The wind didn’t answer. The stones didn’t glow. But the earth did. Where her blood had hit 7 days ago, a sprout came up. Not white. Not pink. Brown. With green leaves and one pink flower and one white bud. Both. But not split. Whole. Suri cried. “It’s not choosing. It’s becoming.” She dug up the sprout carefully. Carried it to the center of the Circle where all wolves waited. “This,” she said, holding it up. “This is the third tree.”

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

I looked at my family; Mamá with her arm cradled but eyes fierce, Marco pale but standing, Alexander’s hand never leaving mine, Lila’s team battered but unbroken. I smiled, the first real one in what felt like forever. Then the ground trembled. Not an aftershock. A pulse. From below, deep in the earth. The ash in the cavern… we hadn’t seen it all. A single root, thin as a vein, still red, still pulsing, had burrowed deeper, escaping the light. It reached upward, through soil, through concrete. Toward me. The shard was gone. But the seed remembered. And it was calling.

More rooted than the first. More precisely itself. Still becoming. Still never finished. Still alive.

Tristan pulled out of her and squirted his cum onto her lower back. Callie felt so exposed as she remained in her position. She didn’t know what to do, didn’t really have any strength to do much at all. He wiped her clean and the minute he moved away she stood up and wrapped her arms around her breasts to cover up her nudity… Tristan took his shirt off and tossed it to her… Not thinking she quickly put it to shield her body. He rubbed a hand over his mouth before he looked her up and down. His pants were unbuttoned but he had packed his cock away. She felt so stupid… So pathetic. Tristan just looked agitated as hell. He looked irritated.