Bunga Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

"But….if it was wolfsbane, why didn't I smell it in the water? I understand that the lavender color of the bottle masked the tint that must have come with it, but the smell…. I'd have known" "That's because the wolfsbane wasn't just any one". He says flatly as he reaches into his bag, pulling out another plastic bag containing the distasteful lavender plant in it. He drops it on the table and we all seem to have a collective reaction to it. "This is a very rare type of wolfsbane from the far island of Tampa. While it has the same effect as local bane, it's odourless and very easy to miss. It's illegal in most packs and is only smuggled in through the most intricate waterways. There's no way

He was a compulsive liar about his true identity, but at the same time I couldn’t bear the thought of wanting to kill another being—human or not. Mrs Ackerman stared at me for a minute, then she smirked, “I have something that might help you later.” My brow arched in question, “Something?” “Wolfsbane.” “Wolfsbane.” I repeated. The word all too familiar. “It’s a special plant, a werewolf repellent I must say. In minor doses it might just weaken one, a more concentrated bout could be and is very lethal. It can kill very fast.” She pointed me to the plant in her garden. I gasped looking at it. It was like a lavender, only with marooned petals at the tips. I almost mistook them for exotic orchid

She needed it to save this girl, a daughter, a hope to both her father and this hidden pack. “There’s no need for such details,” Lyra replied gently, and the girl nodded respectfully, returning the herbs to her. “The Wolfsbane Bloom leaf is a striking sight—deep green blades with velvety purple veins that pulse with life. From its leafy base rises a delicate, star-shaped flower in a soft, silvery hue. The petals curve inward, as though embracing the moonlight, and at its center is a golden glow. The contrast between the dark veins and the ethereal bloom represents the balance between power and fragility in our world,” the Luna described, and the female eyes gleaming with wonder.

then his focus returned to the book, “Legends have it that two years after the death of the first fire wolf, a flower was discovered growing on her grave. It was a beautiful purple flower, and it had so much beauty that the humans in the town took it and planted it all around the town. The night of the full moon when the predator werewolves came to prey on the town, behold, they couldn’t enter. Turns out the flowers the humans planted weren’t just flowers, they were aconitum napellus, wolfsbane.” Her brow rose. “The first fire wolf created the wolfsbane? Let me see that. You’re lying.” She reached for the textbook in Ken’s hand, but he holds it away. “I will give it to you once I’m done read

With a bright smile on his face, he unfolded the package slowly and revealed what was in it. By instinct, Celeste leaned back against her chair to put some distance between her and the thing. She recognized what was in it. Wolfsbane. Of course, he had wolfsbane! The deep blue petals were glistening in evil. Celeste knew it was all in her head, but she smelled death when she lay eyes on the flower. "I'm sure you've recognized what this is. You've read so many about werewolves, after all. But I can tell this is the first time you've seen it in real life." He moved the wolfsbane to her, the smirk on his face bigger.

Brandon, a red-colored wolf wondered, he was Aiden’s age at ninety-six years old, and could not help the curiosity. “She’s human!” Martha, a dirty blonde-colored wolf cried in alarm. “Disgusting!” Vanessa, a dark brown colored wolf cried, causing Aiden’s wolf to snap at her and she yelped. His jaws viciously snapped together in an effort to close around her leg. Others exclaimed in alarm, confusion, anger, and concern and there were even a few in disgust. Aiden’s wolf began to growl lowly at all of them, feeling very defensive of his mate. Especially after he attacked Vanessa in anger at her comment.

The house was empty and dark, I discovered it was evening time and almost sunset. I looked around the compound and discovered it had a huge black iron gate. I couldn't find the nanny or any of the guards around. It looked like the house had totally been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. I walked around to the back of the house when something caught my eyes. I widened my eyes as I saw pink four leaves clover like flowers. "Wolfs bane" I was beyond shocked to find the plant in the garden at the back of the old house. The plant was an extremely rare flower that weakened wolves when inhaled. It was a dangerous plant, and could completely take away the strength of a wolf if too much is inhaled

added Amelie. "Wolfsbane is made from a plant, a rare plant that grows from the blood of a sacred werewolf sacrificed thousands of years ago to stop a war between the packs. It appears in the ground where he breathed his last and grows only when there is a perfect full moon in the sky." "A rare plant that grows from the blood of a werewolf, and this plant can be poisonous. It even weakened them earlier... if so, why didn't you use this thing to defeat them from the beginning?"

He always gives me butterflies when he is sweet to me. I shake off my nerves and continue. “This is aconitum napellus, commonly known as Wolfbane. As you can see, I can touch it and hold it without any issues. This is because it is in its original plant form which is pretty harmless!” I smiled, but quickly put the flower away because Theo is giving me a very evil look. “Wolfbane contains toxins that enter the bloodstream and destroy the heart and nervous system. You see, Wolfbane is harmful only if altered. Crushing or boiling the plant releases toxins. These toxins are very poisonous. The only ways those toxins can get into the bloodstream is by ingesting it either through food or drink, va

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”