You Destroyed Your Root Chakra Novels & Stories

It was something deeper, something dangerous. “No—” I tried to pull it back, but it was too late. A shockwave of energy exploded from me, slamming into the ground with such force that the earth trembled. The trees around us groaned and cracked, and the air itself seemed to shudder. I heard Kael shout something, but the roar of magic drowned out everything else. The fog lifted, revealing the damage I had caused.

He shook his body happily. "And then, you'll begin to lose a sense of reality. You will lose a sense of yourself and your responsibility. Your consciousness as Rhydian is about to disappear. Your beast is about to come out full-blown, and your emotional intelligence is about to go right out of your brain. You are a fool for thinking that a root can heal you. This is what you get for not mixing with your mother's family. The only thing that can heal you right now is no other than the blood of your mate. If you don't have it, you are going to itch and scratch yourself till you die."

“Tragic. Really. Still no baby, too.” “I swear to the moon, Carrot—” I growled. She sipped her rose petal tea like a queen. “I’m just saying. You’ve got big goddess energy, darling. But your root chakra is… a mess.” “I have a root chakra?” I asked. “Of course,” Broccolini called from the other tree. “Yours squeaks.” “Oh great.” Still, despite the sass, the unsolicited opinions, the unsolicited parenting advice from a literal tuber, I listened. Because beneath the comedy was something real. Powerful.

" 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.

"This heavy matter remains strictly between the high Keep officers, Sterling. Your wildland tongue shouldn't interfere—" David abruptly raises his massive, scarred hand, cutting the shaman off with a single alpha motion. Turning his golden eyes toward my flushed face, he asks intensely, "Does your wildland training hold actual knowledge regarding this mental trauma?" "My head knows the affliction well," I state firmly, nodding my head as my white bunny tail swishes against my thighs. "In the outer territories, our warriors term it the PTSD beast-lock. My adoptive caretakers inside the deep Ashgrove Wildlands—a highly advanced mated pair of rogue healers—spend every cycle researching this exa

"Okay, close your eyes and take a deep breath. You have to clear your energy." "How do you know this?" Layla asked skeptically as she closed her eyes. "Shh, take a deep breath. Check in with your chakras starting at the root. Clear them out." "How do I do that?" Layla asked. "I'm not sure. Breath in cleansing, clearing breaths and exhale all the gunk." "Technical." But Layla did as she was told. She visualized her root chakra as a bright red light radiating from her public bone. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She worked her way through her chakras all the way to her crown.

He noticed that two small holes had appeared on the crystal. Those were holes bored by the Chaos Tree’s root system. It drained a portion of it, leaving the rest for Alex. “Haha! Haha! “Sorry, Mister Chaos Tree. I’ve wronged you. “You deliberately helped me to open up holes on it because you were afraid that I wouldn’t be able to consume the energy, right?

All the while, my hands were busy breaking the trunks of the roots that were racing to attack me. Erebus cursed, but he was willing to do a half shift with me. With my half-wolf form, I could easily break the sharp roots protecting Grace's body. “Fuck!” I cursed angrily as I watched the roots grow more and more. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I was breathing like I was being chased by demons. My body was producing a lot of sweat because of the battle against those strange roots. "Based on my observations, so far, those roots can't die. They divide according to the number of your attacks," Erebus told me through the mind link. His gray fur rose, and his tail hit the floor. Erebu

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently.

I looked up with hate In my eyes. I banged my fists on the ground causing the ground to crack. I watched as the crack traveled forward just missing Christopher. The crack seemed to go deeper than just the surface because the realm started to shake. Trees started to fall over and more cracks broke off in both directions of the main break in the ground. "Mazaya you are destroying everything you love." Christopher rushed out. I looked up at him with a scowl before I banged the ground again. The grass that was under my hands fell down. The break turnt into a hole that traveled forward. The dirt, grass and trees started to cave in.