Belladonna Rough Novels & Stories

She gave me a triumphant smile and I saw her pulling something out from her dress. My brows wrinkled in confusion as I looked at her keenly to understand what she was up to. Her lips curled up in a dirty smirk, my eyes went wide when I saw Belladonna tree branches in her hand. It was lethal for us. In a blink of an eye, she was standing before me. Before I could do something She raised her hand to throw at me. I closed my eyes only to hear a painful gasp leave her mouth. I opened my eyes to see her wide eyes.

Amanda asked, doubt coloring her voice. “That’s what’s confusing me, too,” I replied. “In class, the master taught us that they’re extremely toxic, and you only have a few minutes to save yourself after exposure. My arm blistered and developed open wounds just from the berries’ sap. Even my wolf’s healing abilities couldn’t overcome their poison.” “Then it wasn’t belladonna,” she said, making my jaw clench. “Wait…” she added, “Belladonna has a twin called Shadowbell. They’re almost impossible to tell apart. Shadowbell is harmless once it’s properly prepared; that’s common knowledge among healers. But if the berries are eaten raw, they become poisonous.”

A minor healing salve, infused with crushed herbs and wolfsbane to dull pain and regenerate surface tissue. “I made a new batch,” she said. “Stronger. The others were diluted, I was running low on belladonna. But I have more now.” “That’s thoughtful of you,” I said quickly. “Thank you. I’ll take it to him.” She didn’t hand it over. Instead, she stared at me. Her eyes were sharp beneath her gentle tone. “I can walk it there myself. I need to check his bandages anyway.” “No need,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “He’s asleep.”