Novel & Cerita Bunga Wolfsbane

A glow brightens beneath my fingertips, and opened his eyes, staring into mines, “How did you— ” “I don't know— but you saw what I saw right?” “Yes,” “What— What did you see,” Stefan asked. “We need Aconite,” “How do you know about Wolf—” “Pass me the dagger, I want to show you something,” Taking the blade from Damon's hands I sliced open another wound in my palm, watching a small weed grew from my blood, blossoming into small, purple flowers, “Wolfbane— it's rare, haven't been seen for over a million years,” Damon uttered.

She left, and the moment she was out of sight, I quickly scanned the room to make sure no one was around. I reached under my blouse and pulled out a small plastic bag. Inside was a dark purple flower. The moment I saw it, my blood ran cold. Wolf’s bane. Rare and undetectable to a werewolf, unless they were actively looking for it. I dipped the flower into the glass of juice, letting it soak for a few seconds before pulling it out. The flower disintegrated in the liquid, leaving no trace behind. Perfect. I smirked, satisfied with my work. “Goodbye, Enise,” I whispered, as if the words could seal her fate.

I whispered, closing my eyes briefly as tears of relief welled up. But then his expression turned serious. “Lily, you were exposed to Wolfsbane,” he said. I frowned, confused. “Wolfsbane? What’s that?” The doctor sat down in the chair Mer had vacated and explained, “Wolfsbane is a plant that’s highly poisonous to werewolves. Even the smallest amount can be deadly if ingested or absorbed into the skin.” My eyes widened. “But… I’m human,” I said, trying to piece everything together.

“It’s simply not true. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them. Those are medicinal herbs. Thyme, rosemary, cloves, sage—” “Let me stop you right there, Bertha. Surely, you must know that there are two different types of wolfsbane.” As I am speaking, I hear the door open behind me and turn to see Dr. Jerim rushing outside. I wonder if Rafe has called him or Bertha, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to finish telling them both what I’d begun to tell her. “There’s the wolfsbane with the large purple flowers that all shifters, and most other species, recognize as harmful immediately. That wolfsbane, flowering wolfsbane as it is often called, will stop a shifter in his tracks. Just a touch of it gett

Walking near one of the tables with the cast irons I see some herbs and various plants that I recall seeing in one of the books I've read. And in the table without the cast irons, I see it. A vase and some gloves. A vase that had a plant with rounded leaves and lobed segments of purple helmet shaped flowers. "Aconitum napellus. It's usually called Wolfsbane." Silas says behind me. I stare at it entranced. Who knew something so beautiful can be so deadly? Every part of Wolfsbane is poisonous, from its stem, leaves, and flowers. It has to be grown separate from other plants, accidentally touching it or even ingesting edible plants that might have been too near it will cause death.

The plant I was looking for. Wolfsbane!

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

with a gasp I stood again. It was aconite, commonly known as wolfsbane. I knew the flower very well, it was common in my town but back then I didn't know the reason. Wolfsbane could be lethal against the werewolves if used in large quantities. I read about it in one of the books when I was trying to learn about the weaknesses of werewolves. But what was it doing here? The last row of purple flowers was lined neatly with wolfsbane in a way that it was perfectly hidden from the normal eye, but how did a werewolf ignore this?

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

It is the first time that any of them will enter the botanical garden. "Why are we here, Uncle?" It's time for Andra to ask a question. "For this, Aconitum Anthora." He said. "Aco–yellow wolfsbane? Why do we need yellow wolfsbane?" She exclaimed. "Just watch and learn." Barry took a stem of the plant and asked them to follow him. They watched quietly as he started grounding the petals of the wolfsbane. He never said anything while going through the process. Ethan and Andra sat on the kitchen, and watched quietly. Even though none of what Barry is doing makes sense to any of them, they just watched quietly.