Darkwing Duck Bushroot Novels & Stories

She needed to mask it. Lyra scanned the treeline, searching for the herbs she knew grew wild near the border. Her mother had taught her about them when she was young, plants that could dull or distort scent trails, used by healers and scouts alike. She spotted the first cluster near a fallen log, frostleaf, its silvery petals glistening with dew. She crouched and gathered a handful, crushing the leaves between her fingers until the sharp, mint‑cold aroma burst into the air. Next was duskroot; it was bitter, earthy, and pungent enough to overwhelm almost anything. She found it near the base of an old oak tree, its dark purple stems curling like claws. She plucked several, ignoring the sting a

Bucho knew so much about events that happened thousands of years ago, I made me more curious exactly how old this whole place was. Once I wrangled the magic into a more usable stream, I let vines weave from the ground and flow through the loops of the lanterns that were laying in a line. Once all of them had been looped, I pulled the vines up off the ground and into the trees. The vines wove around the branches about ten feet in the air. They hung at the intervals that Stacy had request and I added flowers, Bloodroot, to the vines. While poisonous to eat, they were a beautiful white petalled flower with a yellow center, almost like the daisies you found in the states.

“Okay then. Hunt the beast with the big horns and lead me to it. But don’t let it notice you.” With a soft bark, Bella darted away. She had never failed me in a hunt. I bent to collect river pokeroot before turning my attention to the stammerwort. Crawling stammerwort was a night-loving plant, rare and delicate, clinging to the shaded branches of trees as if it had crawled up on thin roots. Most people never looked up high enough to find it.

Lily The snow wouldn’t melt near the old roots. The tree sat at the farthest edge of the Vale, half-buried in the rock face, its bark gnarled like the fingers of a corpse. No leaves. No blossoms. Just the constant drip of blood-red sap. Bloodroot. Dax found it first—said the roots hummed beneath his boots, and the runes carved into the bark whispered in tongues no one could translate. But I understood it. I felt it.

They looked for it in the forest not far from the coast. Apparently Winter found burdock. Burdock is a tuber that is slender in shape. Usually this root is used as an ingredient to nourish the body because this type of root is able to clean the blood in the body. Selena smiled because the plant was quite useful for maintaining the stamina of the students. She smiled as he watched Winter cheerfully dig into the soil beneath which was filled with burdock roots. Silvanna looked around then tilted her head upwards. Apparently it was a very hot day. Silvanna then took everyone back to the cottage because the potions they got were enough to stock up for next month.

Things like: “Creatures use the water to travel?” “Used the river to transport?” There was even a list of pieces of the packhouse that Rook and Winston had found. Part of the roof, pieces of furniture and even pictures that managed to survive the travel. Under that, there was a report of the blood. At the top, Luca had just received the fax about two hours ago. Hints of Yew, Hogweed, Snakeroot and a little of Oleander. Anyone who grew up in these mountains knew exactly what these plants were and what they could do to you.

"Mr. Scott, this is the century-old Dragon's Tear root my uncle dug up in Whitehart Mountain. My uncle met someone this year but her family looked down on him for being poor and unable to buy a proper house in the city. "So, my uncle decided to head into the deepest areas in Whitehart Mountain to dig up some Dragon's Tear roots so he could marry the woman of his dreams and have a family of his own. There was a large bear guarding this root, but my uncle went to dig it up anyway after the bear went to sleep.

I needed to stop the bleeding, at least for now. Luckily, I found a deserted cave. I went in, tore a part of my dress, and tied the wounds to prevent the bleeding. I knew sooner or later, I was going to be caught. I prayed to the moon goddess to grant me nothing, but a way. Right below the cave, I saw a blue flower growing sparsely which I recognized easily. It was Veilroot. Veilroot was common and well-used by the Warrior Wolves in Oceanwolf pack. The juice from Veilroot was capable of masking the scent of anything.

Just—alright. Something in my chest loosened, but I ignored it, grabbing the vial, setting it down between us with a little too much force. “Monkshood slows the venom, yeah, but it’s a band-aid. You’re treating the symptoms, not killing the damn thing.” I flipped through the notes, finger tapping against the page. “You need bloodroot.” Luca frowned. “Bloodroot’s toxic in high doses.” I gave him a you’re kidding me look. “And monkshood isn’t? Half the shit in here will kill you if you sneeze wrong.”

She spent her neglected childhood grinding herbs in the lower village just to survive. ​"This is common wolfsbane," Bettoni stated loudly, holding a dark purple root up for the strict judges to see. "But this specific root right next to it is a very potent shadow weed. If you mix them together, you'll stop a human heart in three short seconds. But if you crush the shadow weed and boil it with sweet honey, it cures the lung fever." ​Bettoni expertly ground the dangerous root into a fine powder and brewed the thick boiling potion flawlessly while the royal court watched in awe. She dominated the first stage, solidifying her intellectual power and proving Gamma blood was brilliant.