Deadly Nightshade Tattoo Novels & Stories

sort of way, then turned to me. "I'll give you a hint... The answer is somewhere stem down." I repeated the hint in my head a few times before I noticed it. He was right! The passage mentioned something about the roots, which brought my attention to the nightshade and ginger plants the question referred to, knowing that I was able to quickly answer the last three questions. "Got it, thanks!" I twisted to face him. "No problem." He made full eye contact with me when he said it, but when he caught Brandon's gaze, a smirk tugged at his lips as he silently scoffed and returned to staring out the window.

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

“And why wasn’t my coven able to determine that?” “We figured it out together.” Dina lifted both hands as if in surrender. “They were focused on healing a normal shifter wound, which doesn’t have herbs involved. As we discussed the wolf’s struggle right before death, we were able to determine the cause.” She nodded to Chelsea. “Right.” Chelsea bit her bottom lip. “Fortunately, our coven has an antidote for nightshade on hand.” Michael’s brows lifted. “We do?”

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

I screamed into the darkness. "Seraphine, I need help!" She appeared instantly, materializing from the shadows like a ghost. Her eyes widened when she saw Viviana. "What happened?" "She said she was poisoned. By the vampire council. She said—" "Move aside." Seraphine pushed me back and pressed her fingers to Viviana's neck. Her expression darkened. "Nightshade poison." I froze. "Nightshade? But I thought—" "Not your Nightshade bloodline. The plant. Deadly nightshade, mixed with vampire blood and dark magic. It's one of the few things that can kill a pureblood vampire." She looked up at me. "This was meant to be a slow, agonizing death. Someone wanted her to suffer."

"I'm sorry Lu. It's not what you think." "It's not what I think! Then, what is it? You weren't high on heroin, you didn't take weed! Why deadly nightshade? You don't know how you've been hurting your wolf! Your wolf is hurting and you want to kill it! You think I'd let you commit suicide on my watch? Why would you resort to something as dangerous as The Deadly nightshade? Why!" I growled.

The only real question was how and when to administer the nightshade, if the legends were true that it did counteract the venom. The moment my children had returned with bundles of wolfsbane and nightshade, I set to work. I selected three wolves and began the process of changing them, giving one my blood mixed with wolfsbane and nightshade, and two my blood mixed only with the nightshade. Come morning, the wolf who had been given both had died, the other’s clinging perilously to life after the change. They needed to feed to complete the process, the nightshade having worked so far to suppress their venom. I decided to feed one the blood from one of my human captives without nightshade, while

As he did, he muttered casually under his breath, "A bit of Necrotic Dust to ensure complete decay… A dash of Seven-Tailed Centipede venom, and some rattlesnake extract. Peaceful passing, you know? "Oh, can't forget the parasite poison. That stuff's great—should be enough to let your brain incubate a nest of worms. But the sweetest and most delicious has to be Nightshade! If the Grim Reaper wants you dead by midnight, you won't make it past 11.00 p.m.!" With every sentence, Mosby's face twitched harder than the last. This little monster was not just trying to kill him—he wanted to annihilate him, body and soul. With that deadly combo, even an immortal would have to take a step back.

I will send him back to that comatose state myself if needed. But hell no! He became even louder, and I gave up right there. Deadly nightshade should be eradicated in the vicinity of all four kingdoms, so people like me won't be saddled with the victims suffering from the side effects when I should be sleeping. And most importantly, I curse whoever made him ingest Belladonna.

Death. I'd killed him. The room erupted into chaos. Some people fled. Others pointed and shouted. And through it all, I stood frozen, staring at my hands like they belonged to someone else. "Tate." Mathias's voice broke through the noise. "Sweetheart, look at me." I couldn't. Because lying on the floor where the man had been standing was a small black moon pendant—the symbol of the Nightshade Pack. "He was one of them," Daxon breathed. "An assassin."