Fae Trap Plant Novels & Stories

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

"That plant is very limited, not just because it is very dangerous, but because its specie is quickly going into extinction. So the little of it which was left, we built a greenhouse and stored it there. We only use it in extreme cases of attack." "So what does this plant do?" I asked. "It strips the strength off a Fae. But then, it works strictly on us alone. We use it as a defense, when rogue Faes attack. It's just like wolfsbane is to werewolves, and vervain is to vampires. The only difference is that it grows in our territory alone." "My mate is resistant to all forms of poisons. Wolfsbane inclusive. And according to her, they burned the plant and she inhaled the...."

My mother gave her an encouraging look. Marni cleared her throat. “Bird’s Foot Trefoil. Found in Eurasia and North Africa. Yellow, five leaflets, the central three held above the rest. It’s good to use to feed animals, since it doesn’t cause any bloating. It’s typically found in prairies and open areas. It’s considered an invasive species, brought to the States by farmers. In the wild it grows densely, choking out the sunlight for native vegetation.” We all stared at her, stunned by the wealth of information. Xavier blinked, awe on his face. “God, you’re so smart.”

It seems weird that she focused on that and not the more pressing issue. “I mean, yea I don’t think he will be a problem again.” My voice sounds unsure even to my own ears. “Oh good. I would’ve hated to have to hunt him down. Takes time away from the things I enjoy, you know? Any ways, about your magic. I am not well versed when it comes to different kinds of magic. As you might know, Faun don’t have any particular magic. We are good with plants and animals, but nothing crazy. I would say we should ask my mate because he does actually know quite a bit about magic of all kinds. The color of your magic seems to be a point you were sure to make. I have no idea why the color would be that import

He read it again but this time out loud. "The Blue-tip Fern grows in the plains near the Western Mountains. It excretes a sweet scent from its tip that is blue in color that attracted some insect families like Hopper flies, Stickflies, and Flinthopper. Is that place far? Can't we go there and pick some?" Jai offered. Darrion's lips flattened, "We can't just 'go there and pick some', Jai. The place is very far and past the border." Jai put down the note, "Then... Is there any other places that it could possibly grow?"

He raises his brows at me, and I nod in the affirmative. “Alright, what is it you want to talk to me about?” “Oh yeah, about that, the blue moon pack wants to attack, and I think we have a traitor” Carson replies. “Our secret attack plan has been leaked” he blandly states. “Okay Carson, we find this traitor and we ask why he is doing this. Then, we make another attack plan only the two of us know about. Nothing bad must happen” I rush my words. “Okay, Don. Let me get someone to start the investigation.”

The Drosera plant slyly wrapped around Ardina's other leg and carried her away from the tree branch. Dionaea was trapped. Her body was no longer able to move. It's been wrapped around the branches of the tree from the bottom to the top of the highest branch. Ardina was getting annoyed. She was sick of being a game of wild plants that eat human flesh. Her brain began to work hard to find ideas so she could outwit Drosera or Dionaea plants.

He took a square, redwood box from a black-clad bodyguard and handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian opened it and saw a gleaming stalk of faerie grass lying inside it. There was a slight, blood-red glow to it. He was shocked. It was a very rare species of faerie grass called fawnleaf. It was extremely difficult to find because the circumstances in which it was produced were very special. It would only grow in places where a doe had died from obstructed labor. The spot where the fawn was born would be where the faerie grass would grow.

Dennis took a breather. "The forensic department has determined it was Salicylic acid, which could be deadly if administered in concentrated form. Because they were less in strength, hence they were not deadly to kill. But they can cause severe abdominal pain and nausea. Another thing sir, the bottles which had those chemicals were not manufactured in the plant." I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean?" "The liquid found in them was tripled checked and confirmed that they were not manufactured in that plant. They were planted from outside."

A huge Venus fly trap ready to impress him with show tunes prior to devouring him? Behind him, Sarah was muttering curses under her breath, her hair snagging on bushes, undoing her braids. Mike ignored her ramblings, concentrating on the new problem at hand. He had given them over to the Mandragora. Now what? The bushes disappeared, and they were in a large clearing. At its center was the Mandragora itself. Nearly twelve feet tall, it was a giant, green bulb with an amateur bloom on top of it. Huge leaves surrounded the base, interspersed with giant pitcher plant traps that looked like giant, green sleeping bags. The vines pulled them ever closer, dragging them through the dirt. Up above, ha