Belladona Novels & Stories

Lady Camille placed her hand over Delilah’s, comforting her daughter. “I think you skipped over what the potion is made out of, Delilah. What the Hell kind of potion are we talking about?” I asked. “Deadly Nightshade.” Her voice was almost indiscernible. “The antidote will kick start her heart to make it beat again.” “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Lenora said, pushing away from the table and standing up, making Delilah cower. “Lady Camille, Delilah, will you excuse us for a moment.” I bowed and pulled Lenora away from the table. After about half an hour of convincing, she finally reluctantly agreed.

it was Balbina who asked this question in a confused tone. Aelia just rolled her eyes at Balbina's silly question and replied, "those are different plants of the species belladonna which are used by ladies and if you remember, those plants have a sweet fragrance unlike this one. The plant which Stephano has in his hand is hernbane, whose oral consumption can paralyse any person or worst can kill him. If a person's skin touches this flower or leaves, it can cause severe rashes and itchiness on the skin. "

Poison is a woman's weapon. Chewing my potato, I retrieve Sola's text on poisons. Nightshade... Also known as Belladonna... 'used historically as medicine, poison and cosmetic... Cosmetic? I read on... Belladona...'Beautiful lady... the juice used historically in Italy to enlarge the pupils of women to enhance their appearance... Fuck me... I flick a page or two: Symptoms of belladonna poisoning... dilated pupils, rash or flushed skin on the face, neck and upper body, accelerated heartbeat, epileptic spasms, vomiting...

You are not welcome. Iris-Your wife may feel sick for a bit, but don’t worry she wont suffer too much. I gave her the highest concentration I could. Adam- Of what? Iris-Belladonna.

I saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed, Zoey’s bloody lips. “As l thought she was poisoned but this scent is woodsy”, Zara’s hands began to move over Zoey’s constrictive dress and roamed along her body. I could see her moving her hands over Zoey’s stomach most of the times. “She is not the one being affected by the poison , it was aconitum napellus, since she is a human , she is immune”,

“This turned out even more exciting than I had imagined.” “Exciting?” Magnolia repeated. “Was killing my son exciting, you bastard?” Her flames were sent flying toward him, but they died out right before they could touch him. Magnolia frowned. She tried to burn him from within, like she had done with Baron Cross’ men on the hill, but that failed as well. Fred’s grin widened. “I told you, Duchess, this is unnecessary.” Magnolia’s face twisted. “So, you are a Gottanlich, I think this will be a nice surprise to His Majesty,” he said.

I smirked absentmindedly as I leaned back the chair. Belladona? It probably means ‘a beautiful lady’ I scoffed off and grinned wider. You can’t fool me, Ben. I know what you mean. The devil's cherry, the deadly nightshade-- you know what’s its name? Belladonna. The most beautiful yet poisonous flower in the garden of the south. Search it up, maybe you’ll see my name in the list soon.

Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it" "Yeah bro, she's most definitely badass". OnceLanna has finished cutting down the rogues she turns to the leader "P p p please, don't hurt me" he cries with snot dripping from his nose, Lanna actually does look quite scary, although she has just cut down seven rouges she had somehow managed to not get a drop of blood on her but her hair well the only way to describe it was that she looked like Medusa from Greek mythology, the woman with snakes for hair,

commented Angelica. “He took the name of the inn literally.” I sighed, staring at the wooden board above the entrance that held the name ‘Nightshade Inn’ and a carving of the nightshade flower. Toto added, “Just like how the plant is very beautiful and appears to have emerged from Paradise, this inn sheltered those beautiful girls. Yet, underneath those magnificent green leaves and gorgeous red flowers with extraordinarily beautiful shapes and fruits that look like waxy-looking blackberries, Atropa Belladonna is dangerously poisonous.”

They’ll take my keys. They’ll shackle me. I grab one of the bottles and uncap it. The sharp, bitter scent of belladonna fills my nose. Good. I can work with this. Both belladonna and wolfsbane are clear liquids. If I refill this with water, no one will notice the difference—at least for a little while. I grab the wolfsbane bottle, my hands shaking. If I can dump it out, Charlie will start to regain some of her strength. But just as I tip the bottle—