Belladona Novels & Stories

the sorceress said and reached out to pluck a purple flower from the third level of the shelves. "Oh...nice," was all Cassandra could say. "Are you alright?" Vasilisa asked, coming closer to her. Cassandra jumped and looked anywhere else but the princess. "Yes, I'm perfect. I'm great. Let's keep looking." Together, they found deadly nightshade, stinking smut, and bladderwort. They were all written in scientific names. Under bladderwort, it wrote 'Utricularia caerulea' and under deadly nightshade was 'Atropa Belladona'. Cassandra would never know what they were if she were to look for them alone.

The diameter of each flower is about ten inches. "Hmm, not bad. Maybe it is enough." Kaleela then give a check on her list, "Okay. So bat's wings is compatible with goblin's teeth. Should I add dandelion's root too? Hmm. How about the pesticide? An ounce of Belladona's powder should be enough." She moves her hand so quickly until her handwritten was unreadable. Her cherry lip grumbling something as if she was chanting some spells. "Meow." A black cat pushed it body to her leg.

“This can’t be wine.” “Dark Land wine. Careful, it’s stronger than you’re accustomed to.” His green eyes were amused. Taking the caution to heart, she sipped curiously at the otherworldly liquid. “What’s it made from?” “Dream flowers. It’s a very rare and special vintage.” “What’s the occasion?” “Saving a woman is always an occasion.” She looked away. “I suppose it was worth it; I might have known some names, caused some needless deaths.”

Roosevelt opens the box and picks out a bottle, he sniffs it, grimacing at it. “Is it that bad? Can you make an antidote?” “It is very tricky, I’ve never seen a combination of wolfsbane, Donna wildflower, Lily of hell, Datura and white mist flower. Whosoever mixed them together sure had the intentions to kill,” He pours a drop of the liquid into a white transparent flat tray.

gurgled the owner while grabed her cell phone, searched for the flat object that had been ringing earlier. “Green Elira Natusha, are you sleeping?” asked the voice calling. Green really wanted to curse the caller, she lookod at the name on phone screen written there “Cherry Blossom.” Exactly, only that woman dared to make a phone call at this early time. With hoarse voice, Green answered Cherry question. "Don't you have a watch, Cher?" “Haha sorry, my watch doesn't work anymore, Green.” Cherry answered the question with a soft chuckle.

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

It's blood-freezing. "Cindy, Cindy, Cindy..." She goes back to the repeating and swinging, getting a tighter grip on the bed's mattress. Her repeating sounding more like a ritual of summoning demons. "Yes, Cindy. Do you remember her? You drowned her in the bathtub." Suddenly the woman freezes. Yes, she freezes. She doesn't even breathe or blink. She is completely still. It's like the time stopped for her. "He told me so. He, he, he..." "Who?"

“You asked if there was anything I saw that I believed to be strange and that was what I saw. I obviously don’t have a shred of evidence that would prove she is behind what happened. Although...” “Although, what?” he pressed. “She’s the only person who would within their legal rights as a registered medical physician to possess Belladonna.” The energy in the room shifted drastically. Alexander’s questioning tone turned over to that of pure astonishment. “Belladonna...” I gravelly nodded and let out a dry laugh. “You were certainly right about one thing,” I told him. “It’s not going to be easy to flush this out of my system right away.” This specific kind of poison liked to linger in its vict

She stepped aside; her eyes held pity for me. I gave her a nod and stepped out of her room. Later that evening, I returned to the library with purpose. I hurriedly scanned the shelves for any book with botanical knowledge, and luckily, I found one. It had a faded green cover titled 'Botanica Obscura: The paralytics'. I pulled it out, my trembling wet fingers swiped through the pages until I stopped on a drawing of a delicate flower with jagged petals and veined leaves: Atropa belladonna.

I say, for him to get over the stupid possessive things I can feel coming out of him and his wolf double. Ragnar steps forward. “Belladonna is the only thing in the whole world for which there is no cure. They make it from grass grown from dead wolves. It's unnatural and the gods can't help it. I am really sorry. “No,” I whisper, a sob breaking from my lips.