Harry Potter Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

The small vial shimmered with a distant cerulean hue, illuminated by the light of the sporadic lighting. My eyes widened at the sight of the vial. It was known as the Wolf’s Bane—the potent bane of our kind, capable of weakening even the greatest wolf. My heart pounded. How was Boris able to obtain Wolf's Bane? And how did he manage to bring it into the Games without getting caught?

The soup had a bitter taste. "This soup is…?" "What's wrong with it?" my mother asked. "Nothing." I shook my head and kept eating. But a few minutes later, I started to feel dizzy. My limbs grew heavy, my blood felt sluggish, and it became hard to breathe. I knew this feeling. Wolfsbane. An herb that could paralyze a werewolf's system. I looked at Gloria in shock. She was busy talking to Fabian, but a flicker of triumph crossed her eyes.

“Try keeping one or two alive. We need answers.” “Easier said than done,” my brother snapped back while fighting. “These idiots are suicidal.” A rogue launched toward one of our warriors only to get thrown sideways into a tree hard enough to crack the trunk. Nyx growled low. “Something smells wrong.” I slowed slightly. “What do you mean?” “Wolfsbane.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “Damn it.” Wolfsbane weakened wolves dramatically if inhaled or injected. Slowed healing. Suppressed strength. Too much exposure could stop a wolf from shifting entirely. Which meant this attack had planning behind it.

That would make things a whole lot easier… “Wyntor is spelt with a Y…like my last name…and I was born at dawn” she said quietly. “Oh.” Damn. “Okay…so you’ll bear the enemy’s blight…that’s obviously the healing poison thing, and then making the wolves you heal immune to the venom maybe? You’ll bring an end to them if you stay in the light…but if you fall to the darkness, you’ll become the wolfsbane? I wonder what that means…falling to darkness?” She looked at me thoughtfully.

He certainly looks like he wants to—his jawline is hard. Yet, oddly, beneath the thinly veiled threat, it feels almost as if Blake is trying to give me a piece of advice. His eyes are glinting as if he’s challenging me to find the answer. I think back to that book again. There was an experiment that declared a substance that affected a wolf’s ability to heal, and, in large doses, was deadly. Dread fills me. “Wolfsbane,” I say. “Good girl,” says Blake.

Matt I winced at the thought, and I shook my head. "No. And… I don't think I'm thinking about it at all." "That's healthy," Arwen scoffed, picking up something that looked like flowers. She turned it left and right before placing it in my basket. "What's that?" "Wolfsbarro," she said. "And wolfsbane." "What?" I blinked. "Why would you—" She rolled her eyes. "Wolfsbane and wolfsbarro are related herbs. Neither of them will harm you, and they're used in various meals in that will help stabilize your magic."

she stank of wolfsbane. That was more than enough to raise alarm. Wolfsbane was a plant that made werewolves very weak and powerless—temporarily. But in the hands of someone who knew what he was doing, it could do a lot more than just make werewolves weak and powerless. For one, it could kill them. I really didn't blame anyone for not perceiving the stench of the plant on her. Wolfsbane was one of the rarest plants on Earth, and it wasn't particularly easy to grow. It didn't take to genius to know who made it rare and the reason behind that.

The plant I was looking for. Wolfsbane!

He had his head hung low as drops of blood dribbled down his skin and tainted the tiles. His body leaned forward, his arms bound behind him with chains laced with wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was illegal in Bludhäven. It was the one thing that could bring all wolves to their knees even I but I had recovered gallons of the illegal liquid from the Silver Moon pack. Originally I had thought to dispose of it as soon as I learnt of its presence in the castle but now I was thankful I hadn't for it would serve as a very useful tool to teach this bastard a lesson.

“But because I want you to.” From the folds of his coat, Reyes produced a small parchment—neatly folded and sealed in Nyxorian black wax, the emblem of the black wolf gleaming faintly in the moonlight. He slid it into the spy’s shaking, blood-slicked hand and curled the man’s fingers around it.