Bunga Wolfsbane Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grandma’s voice came behind me. “Poisonous? Grandma, how can such a beautiful flower kill?” I voiced out, still looking at the flower. “Sabine, where did this flower come from?” She asked again, not answering my question. “The omega…” I mumbled pointing towards the stairs. “Sabine, this is wolfsbane, a plant that can kill werewolves.” Grandma told me, grabbing my shoulders. “It has red seeds that were ingested by the werewolves, it kills them almost instantly”, grandma ce continued while her eyes were urging me to tell her where the plant came from.

Werewolf hunters in the past used wolfsbane to harm them apart from the silver bullets used in killing them. Wolfsbane was a plant used to poison werewolves. The plant had purple flowers but was very fatal to wolves. A lot of wolves made it their life's mission to destroy as many wolfsbane they could find. It was also taken by some wolves to weaken them during transformation but there were no wolfsbane in Moonsville or so he thought. He got a call from a Beta about the attacked wolf and decided to check the library for the hidden places his people could have missed in the past.

Roosevelt opens the box and picks out a bottle, he sniffs it, grimacing at it. “Is it that bad? Can you make an antidote?” “It is very tricky, I’ve never seen a combination of wolfsbane, Donna wildflower, Lily of hell, Datura and white mist flower. Whosoever mixed them together sure had the intentions to kill,” He pours a drop of the liquid into a white transparent flat tray.

I looked down at the crack in the ledge and I could see some small flower buds begin to appear. Recce and Grey noticed and they looked down too. "What is that?" asked Recce. "Wolfbane, this is the the only location that I know it grows in the forest. It is deadly and is used as a hallucinogen and it can also spike ones libido if it is take in its raw form." "So it is basically a deadly sex drug that makes you see things that aren't here?" said Recce. I scowled and looked at him. "Always so vulgar. Though it is deadly, it can boost the strength of a wolf and help one heal rapidly from injuries and sickness."

She also had on a gold necklace with a rose quartz crystal. “Welcome!” She chirped cheerily. “I’m Blaze. Let me know if you need anything at all. Love your flannel by the way.” Amerie nodded at her and turned to look at the display of plants. A dried purple flower in a case caught her eye. “Excuse me, ma’am, what flower is this?” The young woman glanced over. “Oh, that’s wolfsbane. Pretty, isn’t it? I have a live one at home. Probably shouldn’t considering it’s poisonous, but that’s half the fun.” She smiled and shrugged, then turned back to her folding.

Even in human form, he was still feral. Frowning, I leaned closer and inhaled deeply. There, beneath the scent of sweat and saliva, I could smell it: something herbal. I recognized that scent. I snapped my gaze up to meet my brother’s startled eyes, and knew he had picked up the scent, too. “Wolfsbane,” Damon breathed. My heart skipped a beat. Wolfsbane grew wild in certain parts of the Northern River Basin—it didn’t grow anywhere else in the region. In small doses, it could enhance a wolf’s senses. In larger doses, it drove them feral.

It is artificially sprayed with wolfsbane, that too with a heavy dose causes loss of consciousness to werewolves. Fuck!

I growl but it sounded like a scream, only do I realize that I can't growl, even though I have not shifted yet because of the alpha blood in me, I can growl and extend my claws. " What did you give me," I spit. " Toxin, Wolfsbane to be specific," Wolfsbane is a poison that causes damage to werewolves but with the right amount, it makes the wolf numb. Cora comes close and I step back, she tries again but before she can reach me, I quickly grab her neck and push her against the wall. " Feisty little princess," She muses in a calm tone of voice. "Now you are going to open that door and let me out of here or I snap your neck, got it?" I order, tightening my grip around her.

I wake up to a finger stroking my cheek and someone is playing with my ponytail. I take a deep breath in, they are all still here with me. I sit up and look out the window. It doesn’t look any different than when we were here the other day. It’s a clearing similar to the one behind the packhouse that the students use, but the twenty foot circular patch of wolfsbane lies in wait. The tall plants are deceivingly beautiful with their long pointed leaves scaling up each stalk meeting up to brilliant purple trumpet shaped blooms. Even with the pointy leaves the plant looks soft and unassuming as it sways in the breeze blowing off the ocean a few miles away.