Ghira Belladonna Novels & Stories

After his embarrassing business, he stared at me for a while before dropping the pot beside him. The content of the vomit looked weirdly purple. Yes, I was right about him being poisoned, but I never thought it could be something as deadly as deadly nightshade, popularly known as Belladonna. A deadly plant that only grows around the banks of Fleur River. I had a run-in with it when I was young, and I don't think I would ever forget the experience. I touched the plant because its flowers were pretty, and it had a strong sweet smell. I was around ten years old, and my father took me to the first village to see one of his relatives.

I say, for him to get over the stupid possessive things I can feel coming out of him and his wolf double. Ragnar steps forward. “Belladonna is the only thing in the whole world for which there is no cure. They make it from grass grown from dead wolves. It's unnatural and the gods can't help it. I am really sorry. “No,” I whisper, a sob breaking from my lips.

Lisa whimpers as she has her hand still wrapped around her neck, holding her hurting throat, “You are wrong. I didn’t put anything in it that could harm Missy. And I didn’t know about the herbs being noxious for a potential baby.” “Sure,” Hendrick clicks his tongue while Cayden barks. “Shut the fuck up. You have played us long enough.” Turning towards Hendrick, he bares his canines, “What is it?” “Well, a good boy like you wouldn’t recognize that. We vampires love to take it as it sends you on the craziest trip.” He scoffs, pressing his tongue against his teeth as he tilts his head to look at me. “There is no better way to spend the evening than with a Belladonna.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

“I hadn’t needed a phone since I got here, but it would be convenient to have around. Did you enter your number in the phone book?” “I did, so you have me on speed dial.” “I’m sorry to summon you here on such short notice. It’s just that Brandon needs to know the cure for Belladonna, and the book from my mother only said we needed to ground up some Calabar beans and brew it into a tea.” “And Calabar beans only grow in West Africa.” “Yes, exactly. He says a woman in trouble needs it and my brother would never demand it unless it was important.” “I’m not sure who knew you’d need this plant someday, but it is growing in your garden.”

Once she's gone and I'm in the clear, I continue walking in the direction of the garden, and I brighten my flashlight once more. I go past the temple, and I see it. Close to a hundred-meter-square land sits over hundreds of belladonna flowers. Oh my God. They're using poison to treat Harry's father? Does Harry know about this? The doctor who prescribed this flower as a cure didn't want to help Sir Smith. It's a slow death for him. Belladonna is the most poisonous flower in the world. And they're making Sir Smith drink three cups of it each day. Someone is trying to kill the former alpha.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

My heart sank, but I couldn't allow defeat to set in. “Where can we find Belladonna?” I asked, determined to do everything in my power to save the triplets. Cierce pointed towards the mountains near the Colorado River. “There you'll find the plant. Belladonna fruits are black and round. It's the antidote we need,” Cierce explained. I nodded, ready to go, but Hunter intervened. “No, Fierce. I'll go with some wolves. We can't risk anything happening to you,” he said. I understood his concern, but the urgency of the situation compelled me to act quickly. “Hunter, we need to be fast—every minute counts. If we go together, we can expedite the process,” I argued.

Elsa “Deadly Nightshade?” “Humans may also know it as ‘Belladonna’.” Rosa is staring back at her cottage “I’m sorry, Alpha Rex. I should have recognised it. When I saw her stomach, I should have known.” “Rosa, you recognised it eventually.” Rex mutters but his grey eyes are on me. “No. This isn’t good enough.” Rosa scolds herself. “I could have killed her.” “But you didn’t.” Rex tries to reassure her as she continues to blame herself.

Having studied agriculture and the nature of various usable flowers and herbs, I had a lot of knowledge to back up my claim. Certain flowers and herbs, when dried and rehydrated could give off a unique taste that minced other things such as cherries and other fruits. Unfortunately, the top plant that came to mind was one that possessed a nasty reputation. “Belladonna.” Belladonna was a tricky plant to work with. If not measured carefully, one could run the risk of a wild overdose with effects that weren’t always certain. Its main use, when working in the medical field, was as a type of sedative.