Belladonna Rough Novels & Stories

In front of her sat an ancient, terracotta pot containing a lush, dark green plant with dull purple, bell-shaped flowers and glossy black berries that looked like polished obsidian. "Do you know what this is, Mr. Rossi?" Isabella asked. Her voice was a soft, velvety purr that seemed to blend into the gentle patter of condensation dripping from the glass ceiling. "Belladonna," Dante replied flatly, his predatory eyes scanning the rows of hanging ferns and dense foliage behind her, checking for blind spots. "Deadly nightshade. Atropa belladonna, if you prefer the Latin. It’s an odd choice for a hobby, Miss Valeriano."

But when she was not wearing her tribal wear, her beautiful face seemed to look somewhat malevolent. Tap! Tap! Tap! As the woman appeared, countless poisonous vermin crawled out from under the roofs, from the grass, and the ponds. Scorpions, centipedes, venomous snakes… All venomous creatures. This was one of the most powerful techniques of the Belladonna Cult. This scene was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the Island Nation elites, who were not scared of death. All of them exchanged a glance, fear flashed in their eyes. At the same time, they instinctively wanted to leave, as if they had lost control of their bodies.

Now, she could see that. By Ignas, she had hit him when he was in his weak state. That must be capable of killing him. Was he... dead? Her hand reached up for her chest, where she could feel the pain the most, but one of the females took it, wiping her fingers with liquid Belladonna was certain she had never seen in her life. Thankfully, it was odourless. Belladonna retrained herself from looking up, she knew if she did, she would be staring at one too many naked chests.

“I’m just...not good with knots.” “Everything likes you, Loralie,” I said. “Even things with a body count.” Professor Thorne moved between tables, pausing occasionally to scowl or sigh. She reached my station and stopped. The belladonna was thriving, its petals rich and purple, leaves relaxed and swaying. “You’ve handled this before,” she said. “My mother made me grow one before she let me have a cat.” Her lips twitched. Approval? Or indigestion? Without a word, she reached into her robes and pulled out a small obsidian pot. Inside was a rare variant of belladonna—violet-black petals, roots coiled protectively in the soil like a sleeping serpent.

We load up, this has become second nature already, and head to the Belladonna patch in the Northeast corner of the island.The forest here is so lush and green. I don’t normally run this part of the patrol. We don’t tend to get a lot of ocean based attacks so we patrol here, but it is light. I instantly love it here though. The sun is shining through the trees and I can see the individual rays that are sliced by the branches. As I look out the window I see a clearing, similar to the first two. The Belladonna is another beautiful plant With deep indigo blue purple flowers that look like little bells. I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around such beautiful things causing so much pain and s

He would swear blind he doesn't, but I've seen his fear when he has been sent to me. "Can anyone tell me a name of a famous poison used in the past? One that is easily accessible." There's a few moments of silence, before Natalya Gurin thrusts her hand in the air. Drawing my attention back to that front row, where Natalya is sitting beside Azira. "Yes, Gurin." "Atropa belladonna." I nod. "Indeed, a classic that has been used for centuries. What makes it so effective?" "The berries can be added to a sweet drink, for example, and therefore it can be very difficult to detect the poison as they are sweet and pleasant to taste."

Her eyes caught mine. “Oh, we’ve got a new student. You must be Anastasia Lancroft?” I stood up and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” “Alright, I hope you can catch up with the lessons quickly, Anastasia. I’m Master Tatiana.” Without another word, Master Tatiana turned to the board and began writing down the names of some plants—or maybe flowers. I blinked. Were we… studying botany? “Last week, I explained a few plants. Today, we’ll move on to flowers. Belladonna, also known as Deadly Nightshade, contains atropine, a toxic compound.”

Just as Doctor Jane's voice broke in, "Alpha, your wound must be treated first. Or else it will become lethal, and the shift could become very dangerous for you." I shifted my attention to her, who seemed to have finished figuring out what kind of poison was on the knife. "Wolfsbane?" I inquired. Wolfsbane was my initial assumption that this substance could potentially incapacitate a werewolf's senses and abilities. "Close. Black Belladonna. It has only been cultivated by a very few families of witches for the past half-century. This plant can only grow in regions with frigid temperatures and minimal sunlight, much like the Frostfire Mountains. far more dangerous than Wolfsbane, and its prox

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.

Raiden put his arm around me at the same time as Zev did, “when you’re not on drugs, we’re going to talk about what you just said.” “I think the belladonna is like a truth serum,” Zev said. Before grabbing some of my hair and twirling it around his finger. “You have pretty hair, Lana.” Everything was pretty, like it was glistening around me. Was that a hallucination? “Your skin looks like chocolate. Does it taste like chocolate?” I asked Zev, while Raiden laughed loudly at me and his friend. I turned to look at him, “you have a great laugh.” Raiden smiled at me, “we should give you belladonna every day.”