Dark Choco X Herb Novels & Stories

My mother had picked a serene spot for my final rest, and Samuel, after an exhaustive search, had found it. That night, a ragged Samuel sat beside my grave. He seemed to let go of all his strength, collapsing onto the chilly, damp ground. Right there beside me. Then, he downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

She did not like it, but it was the closest activity to the warehouse. “Archery it is,” she whispered, picking up a bow and gear. Her first shot missed the bullseye entirely, though it hit the target. The second didn’t even make it that far. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched an Omega carry a box into the warehouse. She caught a whiff of a familiar, sharp scent: Moon Herb. Moon Herb was rare. It was used for potent painkillers and ointments, but it was also the primary ingredient for Moon Dust—the werewolf version of cocaine. Tristan had claimed his pack produced medicine, but she needed to know for sure.

Working swiftly, Hershel crushed the warming root between two flat stones. Instantly, a rich, earthy, cinnamon-and-pine aroma bloomed in the freezing air, cutting through the stench of damp earth and magic. He pressed the bruised herb beneath my nose, letting the potent vapors flood my senses, while Daryl murmured frantic words of encouragement against my hair, our shared bond screaming as our bodies fought the encroaching darkness together.

I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking. The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.

"Yes so please keep reading those damn books. And take the herbs I got for you. It's on its way as we speak and should be there before evening. It's like Ashwaganda only it's ten times more intense. You won't feel shit." "Do I stop taking the other stuff? The one for making my mate want me?" "I don't see why you should. They're both natural herbs, they'll probably find a way to coexist." "Sera, are you sure? I'm really not interested in dying anytime soon." She laughed, "I'm very sure girl, I've done the research. Only on if it can be consumed together though, I'm not so sure about what will happen if you take them." "You're scaring me," I deadpanned.

That’s when mistakes happen, and that’s not something I can afford. Pandora brings me a bottle of sage leaves. I grind three up while the water boils, and then add the other ingredients. I stir the potion thirteen times and then drop in the scrapper heart. The potion bubbles up to the top of the pot, and I put a lid on it right before it boils over.

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

This is a formula I developed myself. As he took the prescription, Pedro's professional instincts kicked in. He examined it carefully, quickly becoming absorbed in the details. After ten minutes, Pedro suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Brilliant! This is absolutely brilliant! This formula is truly inspired. If I'm not mistaken, the catalyst should be a blend of Dustpear, Phantiflora, and Selentine, right?" Felix immediately replied, "You're amazing, Mr. Goff. The catalyst is indeed made from those three herbs."

I wondered what she was up to. Chloe returned with a small, intricately designed box. She opened it and held out a tiny bag. With a solemn expression, Chloe held out the bag, and my eyes widened as I recognized the contents. "Wolfsbane," she whispered, her voice laden with weight. "This herb has the power to kill a werewolf instantly." I recoiled slightly, my mind racing to comprehend what Chloe was suggesting. Eliminate Veronica? Put this deadly substance in her food? It was an unimaginable proposition, and it went against everything I believed in.

The liquid shimmers, then turns a faint purple. Her breath catches. “What?” I’m at her side in an instant. “What is it?” “It is an aphrodisiac,” she says slowly, her voice tight with a growing alarm. “But not the kind I thought. This is made from a very rare herb—one that doesn’t only increase desire. It also lowers inhibitions and suppresses the wolf.” Suddenly, I feel dizzy. “Suppresses the wolf?” Astra looks up at me, her gaze serious and frightened.