You Destroyed Your Root Chakra Novels & Stories

"The root chakra, or Muladhara, is located at the base of your spine. It provides you with a base or foundation for life, and it helps you feel grounded and able to withstand challenges. Your root chakra is responsible for your sense of security and stability. "The sacral chakra, or Svadhisthana, is located right here," she touched a point just below my belly button. "This chakra is responsible for your sexual and creative energy. It’s also linked to how you relate to your emotions as well as the emotions of others. "The solar plexus chakra, or Manipura, is located in your stomach area." She explained, her hands going flat on my stomach, "It’s responsible for confidence and self-esteem, as w

He should begin to treat that name with the respect it deserved anyway and he wasn't even here when everything went down to shit. “You have to strike the root, and not the fruits. Destroy the ritual through the root, if you strike the fruit then we're all doomed,” he said ominously and I nodded, leaping into the air and stabbing down into the leaves. Immediately a screech filled the air as the soul cleaver sank into the blood binding roots, and immediately the spell was severed mid ritual. Charles cried out from somewhere and I heard a thud, I glanced at his form to find it flickering between vampire and beast.

he said. “Her consciousness is returning? That means she is out of danger?” I smiled, caressing Zeve’s hair. “No, not yet. If we don’t stabilise her chakras, she will experience excruciating pain now and then because I forcefully unlocked her chakras. If she had naturally unlocked them, the process would be smoother. I have absorbed the excess mana that couldn’t return to her mana circulation. Despite that, it keeps leaking…” “How can we fix this?”

It was warm, laced with a distinct Owerri accent, and entirely alive. "If you are listening to this, it means the network has failed you," my mother’s voice vibrated through the horn, making my chest tighten with a sudden, suffocating grief. "Chiamaka, my beautiful girl... if you are reading the sands, you must understand that the Third Root is not a weapon of defense like the Shield in Cross River. It is a long-range Broadcasting Hub. It was built to transmit the 'Sequence 0' across the atmosphere, to reset the human mind to its original, uncorrupted frequency before the Vanes began their biochemical coding." I leaned against the stone table, my tears cutting clean tracks through the red de

"I see you, Queen. I see the 'Patch' working." But I wasn't coming back. Not yet. I could feel the **Root Directory** within me, a massive, swirling vortex of data that required my constant attention. If I looked away for a second, a skyscraper would dissolve back into a 1998 suburban garage. If I lost focus, the "Originals" would lose their physical density and drift away like smoke. I was the anchor holding a sinking world to the surface. And the strain was starting to tear me apart. ---

I shouted. I didn't lunge at the Priest. I lunged for the Tomb of the First Mother. I slammed my bleeding palm against the marble, channeling my Luna light into the stone. I needed to activate the "Root" the First Mother had told me about. I calculated the binding frequency in my head, treating the marble slab as a giant tuning fork. I needed to vibrate the stone at a frequency that would anchor the palace to the earth, creating a physical barrier against the Void magic.

It felt just like a soaring tree being removed from the ground, it was the feeling of not having roots. The cruise travelled on the surface of the sea. It was so stable that ordinary people would not be able to feel the shakiness but Zayn could feel it crystal clear! There was a saying that one's strength was derived from the ground. A fighter’s root was the ground and every ounce of strength exerted from the fighter relied from the force of the ground that was then channeled into the fighter’s body. Before this, Zayn was constantly connected to the ground but now, he left the ground. Instantly, he felt a sense of loss.

I raked my claws at its feet, sweeping it off the floor as I plunged my claws deep into its throat, ripping it off, as black blood splashed all over me. To most wolves, that would have been a fatal blow. But to what had already been dead, it changed nothing. I had only slowed down its pace. I needed to address the root of it all—its heart where that black magic had been embedded. Only if I ripped out its heart, would I truly destroy it. Before I could reach into its heart, its claw raked heavily at the side of my neck. Blood trickled down as I grabbed the open wound, trying to settle myself.

I could almost feel the pressure of their waiting pressing against my chest. Kieran slowly rose, the light of the ember shimmering around him like a mantle. The girl scrambled to her feet behind us, still staring as if she was not sure if she should bow or run. I couldn’t blame her. Part of me wanted to bow too. Another part wanted to drag him back down, to hold him until I was sure he was still the boy and not only the fire. His voice broke the silence, steady with something huge. “The Root-Heart is gone. Its hold shattered. But this forest is not the only one scarred.

She thought, This nigga really think I’m foolish. She put on her laptop. She would not be shrunken and despaired as she was the last time, when she was curled up like a snail in its shell, gnarled in bed, snacking unhealthily. No, she said valiantly. If he wanted to go on and have an affair with Alicia behind her back, then so be it. Her energy and root chakra were too sacred, too important. She resolved that the essence of her soul’s being would not be sapped by a green aphid—that aphid being both Nat and Alicia.