You Destroyed Your Root Chakra Novels & Stories

“To be honest, I don’t care if you sleep with other women. From your perspective, I was dead, and I had no right to demand that you stay alone for life. “But Martin, what you should’ve never done, under any circumstance, was allow your mistress to mistreat my children.” As my words came to an end, his phone began to ring nonstop. His hands trembled as he answered. “Martin! Of all the people you could provoke, you went after someone from the top?! White Group is withdrawing the six hundred million we invested in you tomorrow! “If it hadn’t been for orders from the top, who the hell would’ve worked with a washed-up nobody like you?” Before Martin could respond, the call ended abruptly. Then, a

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."

"It's not that I don't want to save him. I don't need anything from you. It's that if I save him, you will be affected." "What effect?" Amelia asked blankly. "Once he wakes up, he'll forget everything between you. Is that okay?" Amelia's pupils trembled when she heard this. "Everything?" Charlotte nodded reluctantly. "Everything." "Why?" "He had unintentionally stimulated the fire element in his body before. When he used it for the first time, it was based on the energy in his own body. He used it without restraint, causing irreparable damage to his body. Now, what I have to do is to use witchcraft to put the castor root into his body, let it fuse with the fire element, and make the disappea

It's been two weeks and I may say I’m barely living. I removed all of my connection in the Philippines. I need space. I need to forget about everything and heal myself. “You need to eat, bitch,” Cassandra said when she came inside our room. There were only two rooms in the house and the other one was being used by Azaia. She was holding a tray of food with worriedness looming her eyes. Even just the glimpse of it, doesn’t seem to help in stimulating any hunger in me at all.

My lungs shook. “Again.” I did it again. And again. At first, my mind fought me. Thoughts collided, panicked and frantic. But after several breaths, something shifted, tiny, almost imperceptible, like my body remembered it was allowed to be here. Allowed to be still. My mother spoke quietly as I breathed. “Imagine roots. From your spine, down through your hips, into the earth beneath the cabin. Let them dig deep. Let the ground take what you cannot carry tonight.”

It resonated through their bodies. "That's it," Serakha whispered, her words audible. "The Root." They discovered it within a crumbling hall buried in rubble. Broken pillars littered the ground. The ceiling had vanished. ragged edges remained framing the sky above. At the center, amid the debris, stood the tree. It appeared lifeless. Leafless. Lightless. Its bark showed cracks and blackening. Heavy chains corroded and ancient coiled around its trunk. As if someone, in the distant past, had attempted to restrain it.