Belladona Novels & Stories

"I will buy the sanitary pads for you. Wait here." I nodded and listened as she walked away, leaving me in the restroom. I waited for a minute, then walked out of the restroom. The coast was clear, and neither Clara nor Matt were in sight. I ran down to the tea and herb shop, my eyes taking everything in. "Do you perhabs have a belladonna infusion?" The man looked at me, then nodded. "Of course. We do." I nodded. "I want one, please." He nodded and then started to bring it when he stopped. "You do know it is lethal, am I right?"

“Yes, it will help to enhance my powers, and then I’ll be able to break the seal.” Bas nodded, his voice oozing with confidence. “Belladonna flower can be found in the middle of the forest. It’s a potent plant, but it’s worth the risk.” “Then we’ll go for it today,” I said, turning to Bas. “Yeah, I’ll come with you,” Bas replied. “However you want to get that’s up to you. Just let me know when you have it,” Naomi said, closing the book and handing it back to me.

She shuddered at the thought. “Why the expression?” asked Prince Joseph. Bella didn’t answer. She thought that if she could, she would stay there and learn medicines and even poison from Prince Joseph. He was considered to be one of the most gifted medicine men of the century and even a highly praise alchemist. But in order to gain his favor she will have to get the marigold flower for him. The marigold is considered to be one of the most toxic plant ever in existence. Because of its ability to bring the dead back to life, whomever is near it, the flower will suck out their life and energy waiting to store someone else’s life. Whom, no one ever knows either.

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

Her body trembled with weakness, her breathing shallow. “My lady,” Lila cooed, her voice gentle, dripping with false sympathy. “I brought your tea... the one to help with your pain.” Seraphine’s lips curled into a weak smile, her hand trembling as she reached for the cup. “Thank you... Lila... You’ve been so kind... I don’t know what I’d do without you...” Lila’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with malice as she watched Seraphine drink deeply, unaware of the slow-acting poison slipping through her veins. It was a rare toxin, extracted from the Nightshade flower—a plant known for weakening even the strongest of wolves.

I haven't been privileged yet, so I don't know his plan and can only stare at him, too. Kyle takes a deep breath, averts his eyes, and fiddles with an empty cup on the bedside table at the end of Harley's bed. "I have been poisoning both Ian and Leonard with belladonna. It is a sister plant of wolfsbane; just as effective without the nasty aftertaste. In a few weeks, neither of them will be able to shift."

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

She kept her head down, and her aura pulled in tight. Nothing to see here. Just a girl and her plants. Professor Halloway, a kind old man who smelled of peat moss, walked in and clapped his hands. "Settle down, everyone. Settle down. Today we are discussing the Atropa Belladonna and its uses in modern pharmacology. But first..." He started saying then stopped talking, he looked nervous. He adjusted his glasses. "We have a ermmm... a guest auditor today." He continued to say.

Again, Helena reported to Dominic that Belladonna had taken her pills and that she had witnessed it herself. Belladonna wrote down the evil deeds and cruel torture that Dominic had done to her, according to her memory. However, she scratched it out again so that what she had just written was unreadable. She did this because she didn't want to be reminded of the horrible memories she had just experienced.