Antidote For Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

His teammates and spectators crowding around us in one giant circle. My face was full of concern as I looked at Christan's bone as it broke through his skin. Having to swallow the bile that wanted to rise, I looked Christan in the eyes putting a comforting hand on the back of his neck. Removing any trace of the light purple wolfs-bane. The wolfs-bane I rubbed on his skin in the huddle was mild, it was called Monkshood. It made him weak without him noticing. Making his bones weaker was part of it, so if he got hit really hard they would easily snap.

"Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!" Sophia's expression darkened instantly. She waved the warriors away, leaving only herself. "Fine. I'll torture you slowly and see how long you survive." The instant her words settled, she drew a silver dagger. Silver held a natural power over werewolves, and just seeing it sent a shiver through me. "I heard that silver mixed with wolfsbane can crush a wolf completely. Let's see if it's true." Sophia slashed my wrist, and blood dripped onto the floor. As soon as she scattered wolfsbane powder over the wound, the blood turned purple-black.

she said, holding up a page with an illustration of a black snake with gold flecks in its scales. I leaned forward, scanning the page. Sure enough, all of the symptoms were the same as wolfsbane: a sudden fever, followed by a coma. But unlike wolfsbane, this coma couldn’t be remedied with normal methods. “Do you think this is what Noah was poisoned with, too?” she asked. I frowned. “I’m not sure,” I said. I flipped to the next page in the book and saw a section on the antidote, which was a rare but not entirely unattainable plant from subtropical climates.

“What’s in that, though?” “It’s the antidote that I normally use to help people who are bitten by vampires. It reverses the effects,” He explained. “And don’t worry, it has worked on others. But the thing here is that it’s risky because it has a huge dose of wolfbane as well. So there is a thirty percent chance that if it does not work, it might actually just kill you.”

he asked brusquely, pulling back her eyelids to check her pupils. “Unknown. Less than an hour.” He pressed his stethoscope to her chest, his brow furrowing deeper with each second. After checking several vital signs, he straightened and turned to me. “It’s advanced wolfsbane poisoning,” he announced grimly. “Very potent. The antidote requires Moonvine—a rare plant that grows only at the bottom of the Moonlight Well.” I knew the place. The ancient well stood at the edge of my territory, a remnant from when wolves first settled these lands. Centuries old, hundreds of meters deep, and lined entirely with pure silver—deadly to our kind.

A soft chime, then a click. Unlocked. I pull the doors open slowly, careful not to let the hinges creak. Rows of neatly labeled bottles and syringes line the shelves: pain suppressants, fever reducers, blood stabilizers… Nothing I need. Not until I spot it, tucked behind a tall jar of antiseptic gauze. Wolfsbane. Medicinal grade. Strong enough to drop a Lycan twice my size. Definitely strong enough to buy me twelve hours of sanity. I slide the bottle free without disturbing the row, then I rotate the upset bottles so their labels face the same direction as the others.

It doesn't matter how strong his armies are, they're useless if they're poisoned by wolfsbane or eaten by whatever they made. "And what about against the demon armies?" he finally says "We have the upperhand there, all they have against us is devilsbane, a stronger dose than usual, but my army takes a daily antidote. I'm not sure what effect this stronger dose will have with the antidote, but they're fools with a poorly thought out plan backup plan. They didn't count on Amara finding out her true identity. That's not all, though. Amara's power wouldn't be neutralized by what would render one of us useless. She's got the blood of three supernatural beings in her, they combined specific doses

Jason stands in front of Uncle Alex, both men breathing heavily. After a moment, Uncle Alex takes a step back and nods, returning his attention to me. “What are you talking about? What wolfsbane?” Doctor Connors asks, confused. “The wolfsbane that was used in the attack against us,” Jason tells her, and she gasps. “Aconitum Anthora… That explains why she’s taking so long to heal. She should be dead…” Doctor Connors trails off. “You know what it’s called?” Uncle Alex asks.

’ The Moon Goddess hummed, ‘Yes, that is true, but do you recall what you learnt on your first day of science class in Silver Divinity High? My nose scrunched in confusion. That was months ago, but I thought back long and hard to recall what my teacher had once said… Wolfsbane is the most toxic substance for werewolves. Small doses can be used to weaken us, similar to a tranquilliser, but with our rapid healing speed, we can endure a small dose, or a light brush against the natural plant, once in a while. However, with enough doses over an extended time span or a high concentration all at once, it can be lethal…