Belladonna Rough Novels & Stories

“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.

Elsa “Deadly Nightshade?” “Humans may also know it as ‘Belladonna’.” Rosa is staring back at her cottage “I’m sorry, Alpha Rex. I should have recognised it. When I saw her stomach, I should have known.” “Rosa, you recognised it eventually.” Rex mutters but his grey eyes are on me. “No. This isn’t good enough.” Rosa scolds herself. “I could have killed her.” “But you didn’t.” Rex tries to reassure her as she continues to blame herself.

Kick. “Stop! That’s enough!” Illumi growled. Edith grunted in frustration, kicking Carys madly in her ribs for one last time. Coughing out blood, Belladonna looked at me, her eyes glowing in a color I couldn’t even comprehend. Her eyes wavered. She was slowly losing consciousness. A bitter restlessness poured like lava in my chest. Belladonna’s bruised and bleeding lips trembled. Her voice came out lower than a whisper, barely audible to the others, but I heard it clear in my head.

It isn’t the right time. “Gods, what did he even drug him with?” She slaps him in the face but he doesn’t respond. His eyes are stuck open and look dry from lack of blinking. “If he doesn’t shift out of this form, he may end up blind. What kind of idiot would…” “Belladonna mixed with starflower,” I say in my dull, even tone. “Stabilized with his own blood. Ingested.” Kora’s eyes spark, “Ah, I know the remedy for this. I need…”

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.

“We’re going to fight clean, ya hear me?” I eyed my opponent, his torso covered in tattoos, a huge tiger’s mouth opened on his chest. “Ready,” I said. “Ready.” The ref nodded. “Fight.” The energy that forms in those first ten seconds after the fight is called a rush. Both teams start to yell, your coach starts screaming, but the key is not to hear anything. Just the rhythm of your opponent’s feet on the floor, the sound of his hands missing your face. He slung a sloppy uppercut my way which I sidestepped easily. Dude was huge but slow. “Hands up, Merch. Get ‘em.”

Alinta only nodded, but still was not able to make eye contact with this villain. "This pleases me so," Bellinor sang, then kissed her cheek and gestured for her to sit on the bed. He picked up the bottle, sprayed some of the liquid into his palm, and rubbed his hands together before beginning to apply it to Alinta. He started with her feet and then continued to massage it up her legs. It smelled heavenly and familiar. Alinta recognised the basil, jasmine and subtle traces of lavender in the oil. She tried to remember where she had smelled this before, but it eluded her.

Leon finally understood Alfred's intention. He was familiar with the Reaper's Breath—it was a specialized poison brewed from the leaves of five different poisonous plants, but was a little different from the Deadly Veratrum poison; the Deadly Veratrum was highly fatal, but the Reaper's Breath was a sedative poison—somewhat similar to the belladonna plant—that could render its victims weak and powerless within seconds of inhalation. The only difference between the Reaper's Breath and the belladonna plant was that the latter required ingestion for its poison to take effect, whereas the former existed in the form of volatile gas, which made it even more dangerous.

"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?"

"We’re literally risking our lives for weeds." Caroline snorted, crouching to examine a cluster of mushrooms growing at the base of an oak tree. "They’re not weeds, idiot," she shot back, her fingers brushing over the caps with practiced care. "This is Belladonna. One bite, and you’re hallucinating demons for days." Charlie paled. "Great. So if I accidentally eat one, I’ll finally see the nightmares that live in my head?" "You already do that sober," I muttered, plucking a sprig of thyme and tossing it into my basket. "But seriously, we need to move faster. Alden’s not joking about the sundown deadline."