You Destroyed Your Root Chakra Novels & Stories

the soldier asked. "No " June said. She stood up with her moms help. She looked at the root. It was covered in pulsing flowers. They were the flowers that had been bleeding in the mud. "The monsters and the business owners and the gods... They all fought over the surface.. They forgot what was at the center of the world." The red root pulled the ship down. It slammed the ship into the dirt like a broken toy. As the ship broke the energy inside it was eaten by the root.

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.

'You will all fail even if your powers will combine! After hearing her cold and shallow voice, the earth shook, creating a crack in the ground. The wind whistled, uprooting the trees. 'Go back to the palace. Go to the dome!' I mind-linked my wolves, ignoring the howling of these deranged wolves. However, when I recognized that most of them were my warriors once, I was appalled. I couldn't move from my post. I was rooted in my spot.

Even the murky black water of the unholy spring parted, revealing clear water beneath. Shock flickered across Nunzio's face. He hadn't expected such power. Still, he remained composed. Curling a finger toward a branch above him, he said coldly, "If you wish to destroy my manifestation, then I'll show you the true strength of my soul root." The moment he finished speaking, the entire grove trembled. The ancient thousand-year-old trees tore themselves from the ground. Black markings writhed along their trunks like living things, and enormous ink-black hands sprouted from their crowns, swinging toward Aria.

I counter. "Yeah. That's the right way. But for some people, who have deeper roots of power embedded in them, magic doesn't seem to manifest until you clear those roots that hold it back. Those roots can be your poisonous beliefs, traumas of the past or anything that brings out the purest form of emotion out of you. People say that love is the purest emotion of all but I tend to contradict. Every emotion is pure if the reason behind it is strong. Even hatred,fear, greed,envy can be powerful if channeled properly."

I pressed my palm flat against the woven rug, trying to ground myself in something solid and real—but the moment my skin made contact with the floor, the wooden legs of the table beside me began to rattle violently, an inexplicable physical manifestation of whatever energy was building within me. The sound was like bones chattering, wood against stone, and it filled the room with a percussion that had nothing to do with the crackling fire, an ominous rhythm that seemed to herald further chaos. The ceramic cup on Mira's tray clinked once, twice—and then shattered completely, shards scattering across the rug like fallen stars, fragments catching the firelight as they scattered across the floor

“Let’s say there is a diseased tree. Would you rather destroy the roots and its branches until there is nothing left or the roots alone?” Taking the glass from him, I wondered where this was going. “The root and its branches. Destroying everything until there is nothing left.” “The council begs to differ. Only the roots, they believe, must be destroyed. The branches must be left alone.” “Won’t the branches be useless if left alone? They would only rotten and affect other trees.” “Exactly. You are brilliant.” “Sometimes, destroying everything is the key to building something new.” “And what has this got to do with Morgan?”

He knew that the sooner he cross the root chakra threshold, the better his chances of survival. Proceeding as planned for 5 more days, Creed had finally reached his threshold of 100 points for his root chakra. The very moment his root-chakra tally reached 100, he felt a sickening pain in his body while a pungent smell also started leaking from all over his skin and hair. All of his bones were making crunchy noises. He tried to bear the pain. He knew that he had to open his chakra now, which was achieved by performing 'Asana' or 'pose' that helped to open and align the life force of the body.

Those who refused to obey the words of their respective presidents, now regret it. Crows scattered in the air. Their shrill voices sent chills down the human spine. The wind was even reluctant to show its presence, so the fog didn't go away. The sun, which usually warms, now feels cold against the skin. Naitura root damage which has reached 70% makes the Earth lose its positive energy.

"Before I can even think of reconnecting your shattered meridians, I must first destroy what keeps them shattered: the spiritual seal your grandfather planted in your Dantian." He paused for a moment before continuing with even greater gravity. "Imagine that seal is a parasite that has lived and grown inside your body for ten years. It has fused with the remnants of your energy, becoming a part of you. To rip it out will feel like ripping out a piece of your own soul." Kara's face remained calm, but her slender fingers gripped the arms of her wheelchair tightly.