Harry Potter Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

The view of the trees and drones that circled above us was getting less clear by the second. Denzel and the others started laughing. “Liquid Silver Wolfsbane…” Denzel uttered. “One of the odorless poisons, dangerous to werewolves. The moment you inhale even a tiny whiff, it shuts down your senses and nervous system.” “Don’t worry,” Xavier snickered. “It won’t kill you. It will just incapacitate you for an hour or more, depending on your wolf’s strength. I’m pretty sure by the time you recover…you’d be the loser.”

He had also noticed the same color from the gunshots of the hunters. "Yes, werewolves have a few weaknesses. The main one being wolfsbane. Wolfsbane, also known as aconite or monkshood, is a potent herb and a werewolf's most well-known weakness. If a werewolf makes physical contact with wolfsbane in any form, it will burn and weaken them. These effects extend to hybrids as well, who are vulnerable to wolfsbane. Ingesting wolfsbane severely weakens them, making them appear feverish. Direct skin contact with wolfsbane causes them to be burned so severely that it causes their skin and mucous membranes to smoke slightly at the site of contact appearing from the contact area. Though a werewolf's

"He’s twelve. He’s close, but no wolf yet." ‎ ‎"That’s why he’s still alive," I said, my brain racing. "If he had a wolf, he’d be dead already. This poison... it feeds on the Wolf Spirit. It eats the magic in the blood." ‎ ‎I walked to the table. I looked at the black lines. ‎ ‎"It’s Wolfsbane," I whispered. "But not the natural kind. Natural Wolfsbane causes paralysis. This... this is a mutation. It was theoretical. I read about it in an old text from the Crescent Moon scholars."

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.

My vision blurred as the pain intensified, and I desperately tried to hold on to consciousness, knowing that this was just the beginning of my agonizing ordeal. Wolfsbane. It is like creole poison for our kind. It is a deadly substance that causes excruciating pain and suffering for those who possess supernatural abilities like ours. And it has been injected into my veins, slowly coursing through my body, marking the beginning of my agonizing ordeal.

"They've got help—someone skilled in dark magic. This wasn't just a prison break; it was a declaration of war. We need to move fast before they gain more ground. Find anything that can lead us to them—now." Had they not seen it coming? I crouched lower, sniffing the wounds on their lifeless bodies, my senses sharpening as I detected a strange, bitter tang emanating from the cuts. Wolfsbane. The realisation hit like a blade to the gut. If I remember correctly, the scent matched the deadly plant. The attacker’s claws must have been coated with it. Risky, especially for a wolf—it could seep into their own bloodstream with just a scratch—but undeniably effective against any victim, including hum

“’Why does it hurt so much! Why do you have wolfsbane in you?’ What is he talking about?” “Oh, that’s nothing,” I grabbed my phone back from her. “She put her hands on her hips. “It’s obviously not nothing. Why did he think you had wolfsbane in you? Did you actually…?” “It’s not a big deal,” I replied. “I’m fine now.” “Dude! Wolfsbane? Wolfsbane!” She raised her voice. “You mean the only poison known to kill werewolves? The shit that’s a death sentence if any pack member’s found in possession of it?”

He was a compulsive liar about his true identity, but at the same time I couldn’t bear the thought of wanting to kill another being—human or not. Mrs Ackerman stared at me for a minute, then she smirked, “I have something that might help you later.” My brow arched in question, “Something?” “Wolfsbane.” “Wolfsbane.” I repeated. The word all too familiar. “It’s a special plant, a werewolf repellent I must say. In minor doses it might just weaken one, a more concentrated bout could be and is very lethal. It can kill very fast.” She pointed me to the plant in her garden. I gasped looking at it. It was like a lavender, only with marooned petals at the tips. I almost mistook them for exotic orchid

"We will render our help but please know that you will be dependent on your strengths." "That's it. We're calling it off." Zeus decided but June was not having it. "I understand." She said to Augusta, eyes firm. June turned to Zeus when she felt Augusta rescind within her. "What is going on?" She asked, "and don't tell me it's off because I will defend my position." A frustrated sound escaped Zeus' lips. "Wolfsbane." He said after some time. "What is that?" "It's a herb that is used to incapacitate or kill a wolf."

I yelled for the entire world to hear. The next hour passed with chaos; the assistants came to help me get her into a room while I got some herbs from the garden I just started tending to. Wolfsbane is one of the most potent poisons that kills a werewolf faster than a silver would. The lady whom one of the assistants recognized as Sarah, one of the Alpha's concubines, seemed to have a firm will to live cause it took every herb I could get together to stabilize her. I didn't know what to do, and my mind was everywhere.