Harry Potter Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

“I see, since you do not intend to disclose your motive. You leave me no choice. If you were hoping for a quick death, you won't be getting it here.” I heard a shuffle before he spoke again. “You know what this is, don't you?” I looked up, and he was holding a transparent sachet in his hand. I felt goosebumps all over me as I recognized the contents immediately; it was Wolfsbane. It was the cruelest form of punishment; it causes blinding pain when ingested or weakens werewolves once it gets on their skin. In large doses, it can lead to excruciatingly painful death.

"We don't know your power levels. Or how long it'll take to drain your powers..." Draco answered and Lori scoffed. "There has to be something we can try! Unless you want your grandfather to see me like this." "Not that I'd mind but it won't help my case that much..." Lori murmured. "She's right." Draco pitched in and Gabriel rubbed his face. "I know..." "Wait... I have an idea!" Lori said as she promptly remembered the time she spent with Astra. “Wolfsbane, nightshade, silver, they can all weaken werewolves. There must be something that can weaken me too.”

I blinked as it all now made sense. “Fine, no silver.” River grumbled. “What else can we use?” They questioned. “Well, wolfsbane, also known as monkshood, is poisonous to werewolves. But again, as hybrids, you would be susceptible to its poison, though to a lesser degree than a full-blooded werewolf. So the option wouldn’t be beneficial. Only your mother could handle the plant.” Hale shook his head, shooting down another idea. “Is it poisonous to you? Not trying to be rude.” Sage questioned.

A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page ...Wolfsbane, which is actually in the buttercup family of plants, is a poisonous perennial herb. The plant grows in partial shade and has unusual delicate clusters of typically purple or blue hooded flowers. It has a negative effect on lycanthropes (also called werewolves). The smell is so sickening to a lycanthrope that it will keep it at bay; similar to the effect of garlic with vampires. If it is ingested, it will cause the lycanthrope to double over with pain. There have been reports that high doses will kill a lycanthrope... to tell if someone is a lycanthrope, hold the flower under their chin. If the person is a lyc

“Is there anything else that makes you so assured that Rune was behind all this?” He thought about the question, and after some time, looked at me with a glint in his eyes. “Wolfsbane,” he responded. The court gasped at the mention of the forbidden potion among werewolves. I was done for. How?? “What about this wolfsbane?” the judge asked, obviously appalled at the mention of wolfsbane. “He has used it before, and it was the same essence used to weaken me before I was poisoned with silver.” The court became rowdy and noisy, with curses being hurled at me from all angles.

But it didn’t happen always. Judging from the look on his face, it was certain that he felt the pain that boy was bearing. Wolfsbane isn’t only harmful, but it’s life-threatening to werewolves. Although, I hoped the school authorities have used it in mild amounts. I felt bad for the boy.

And on humans they are very effective, but on the stubborn supernatural, they don’t always yield significant results. Supernatural beings need extraordinary tools. I reach down, grabbing a case from the second shelf of my little cart and open it, my fingers gently brushing over the glass vials filled with pale blue liquid. My most extraordinary tool. Wolfsbane oil. It’s forbidden to use everywhere except right here. Working for the Alpha king gives you certain passes. This is one of them. “This is wolfsbane oil.” I say, lifting a glass test tube and removing the stopper with my teeth. I spit it at her face and she turns away before turning back to glare at me. Using one hand, I remove the ga

Orsina says with a baffled shrug. “That’s because it was wolfsbane,” I tell them. “It’s an incredibly dangerous magical herb that can kill or severely weaken werewolves. You were lucky to make it out alive.” Zach and Orsina seem to share my relief at their well being. They lean in on each other, arms around each other’s shoulders. “There’s only one wolf pack I know about that’s running around with wolfsbane weapons,” I say. “Really?” Orsina’s eyes go wide. “You know those guys?”

“What? What do you mean by wolfsbane and silver? And what is wolfsbane?” Kevin sighed. “Oh, man. This is going to be epic. Wolfsbane is an herb that is harmful to werewolves. Even silver, too.” Hazel couldn’t comprehend what she was hearing. She had never encountered a case like this before. A man had been shot multiple times in the gut, but now he was miraculously healed and unnaturally cold. “Hello, Hazel? Are you there?” Kevin’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Yes,” she stuttered, her gaze fixed on Wyatt. “What should we do?”

The crowd of people began muttering and shouting between themselves, they knew how poisonous Wolfsbane could be. “Wolfsbane” She wanted to kill me and she had chosen Wolfsbane. It was one of the worst poisons that could be used on a wolf. It was a very beautiful plant with bright purple flowers but behind its beauty were its life threatening properties especially for weaker wolves like me. All you had to do was come in contact with it and your skin would begin to burn and your healing rate would drastically reduce along with other effects.