روايات وقصص ضمن Blueberry Look Alike Poisonous

Mom took out a small vial of dark liquid. - He said that it was a wolfberry, or rather a decoction of shrub sprouts and black berries themselves. People know that the berry is called so, because from time immemorial, wolf, it meant - insidious, cruel, evil. But in reality, there is a belief that says: “A magical wolf creature will lose its strength from black poisonous berries, any kind of wolf who has tried it at least once will die. Not even an ancient wild predator will wake up from deadly young sprouts. It is only possible to heal wounds and return strength to the beast.

I stumbled over twisted tree roots, barely catching myself as I crashed into the trunk of an old oak. "Oof!" I grunted, wincing at the impact. My eyes clamped shut as a fresh wave of pain radiated through my shoulder. When they opened, I saw a cluster of dark berries growing from a bush at the base of the tree. Had fortune favored me? Kneeling, I examined the leaves, the stems, the scent, the color of the berries when mashed, everything I could think of to identify whether it was poisonous or not. From every angle, through every test, I couldn't tell.

All in all the girl reminded Cassia of a human and mouse highbred. “What do you mean they are poisonous? They look like blackberries.” Cassia commented with skepticism. “I they grow in 3 leave them be.” The girl replied. “What? That’s the phrase for poison ivy.” Cassia replied. “No, it also applies to mimics. They are a highly poisonous plant that takes on the characteristics of its neighboring plant and kills it off. Then takes over it growing space. Look at how the leaves and berries grow compared to the others. Cassia looked around and at that moment she did see a difference in the shape and color of the mimic compared to the rest of the plants. As Cassia stepped away she heard something

The air was cold, but their wolf kept them warm as they brushed through the thick bush. They reached a low, tangled thicket of crimson-leafed vines twisted around frosted-barked trees. Naina paused, frowning as she stared at the vines. It seemed familiar and she instantly remembered she had once seen the picture of it in the Pack's library. Though she didn't know exactly what it did, it wasn't good. “Don’t touch that," She warned, "Those aren’t normal vines, they’re Red Vein Bloom. Sap’s toxic in high doses of something...but I can't remember what,”

Laura wanted to protest, but the paradise vanished as she was plunged back into darkness. ******* Laura opened her eyes again, yet she was not where she expected to be. Perhaps, she was dreaming of lying in the grass of a strange forest. Her chest pulsed with pain as she struggled to sit up. Something wet and sticky drew her gaze. It was hard to tell, but the pearly sheen of the berries’ skins made her certain. They were sunberries, one of the deadliest poisons known to werewolves. She threw them away, smearing what she couldn’t shake away on the grass and rolling away.

A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page ...Wolfsbane, which is actually in the buttercup family of plants, is a poisonous perennial herb. The plant grows in partial shade and has unusual delicate clusters of typically purple or blue hooded flowers. It has a negative effect on lycanthropes (also called werewolves). The smell is so sickening to a lycanthrope that it will keep it at bay; similar to the effect of garlic with vampires. If it is ingested, it will cause the lycanthrope to double over with pain. There have been reports that high doses will kill a lycanthrope... to tell if someone is a lycanthrope, hold the flower under their chin. If the person is a lyc

He sighs, “What has Norman told you?” “About what?” “The poison that was given to you?” “Nothing, just that some of the things I am feeling are normal side effects and that they should be gone within the next few nights…” He has another wave of anger come off of him before hissing and then takes a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of the Viburnum?” “Yes, it is a flower that can be made into a very dangerous drug. What about it?” “That is what you were being poisoned with. Whoever it was, wasn’t only giving it to you but to Ali and Em as well…”

The stems are dried. “Wrong,” I said, stepping up to the table. The entire room went dead silent. Genevieve’s jaw tightened at the sight of me. I pointed to the jagged leaves. “It’s Silverleaf toxin. Look at the veins in the underside—they're pale blue, not white. If you boil it, it doesn't smell like Wolfsbane at all. It smells like sweet almonds.” Morgana’s eyebrows shot up. “And this one, Southern wolf?”

It turned out that Briley had planted two poisonous plants in the small garden of Anna's mother. One was called Ghost Nightshade , whose fruit resembled small tomatoes, and the other was a plant commonly known as Drunken Heart Flower, which was highly toxic—its scent alone could cause hallucinations. Years ago, Briley had visited her pregnant sister, Tiffany, and intentionally picked some Ghost Nightshade fruits, mixing them into a bowl of small tomatoes to trick her sister into eating them. Just two of those fruits were enough to kill a child, as their toxicity was immense.

How he isn't freezing is beyond me. "From nature?" I snort. Sleepy can't be serious. "We don't know what fruits and berries are okay and which ones will kill us!" My humming mate picks a fruit from a tree and grins at me like he has found a hidden treasure. The yellow color and the sprinkles of green dots make me question if it's edible. "This looks tasty!" "No," I snort a laugh. "I would assume it's poisonous, but if you want to suffer an attack of sudden diarrhea, then go ahead, eat it. But don't come to me complaining when you're shitting blood!"