Harry Potter Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

“I told you, didn’t I? Wolfsbane. Healing. Again. And again. Until the bottle is empty.” Her breath came faster, her body trembling as the realization settled over her. She shook her head, her voice rising, desperate. “I know I was wrong… I know, but please, Ronan… please, I can’t—” I reached for the wolfsbane. Her breath caught, her body jerking against the chains as I uncorked the bottle, the bitter scent filling the air between us. She shook her head harder, her voice breaking. “No… no, please, I’ll do anything—”

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 was particularly easy to grow. It didn't take to genius to know who made it rare and the reason behind that.

“Is there a remedy you can make to counteract this?” The healer snapped her fingers to her assistant, “Wolfsbane. Find me wolfsbane.” If I could, I would have pushed myself from the shifter to get away. “Are you crazy! That plant is toxic. If I ingest it, it could kill me.” “Not if I do it well. It should help counteract the numbness you’re feeling.”

one of the men asked. "It's a few days to his eighteenth year birthday, you can use that as my gift to him on that day, but I will let you know if there are any changes in my plans," she said, while a mean-looking man standing next to her, handed a bag that looked like money bag to the men. "Yes, ma'am" one of the men answered as they courtesy before her and started walking out. I hid so well so I don't get noticed. Wolfsbane plants are considered very dangerous for werewolves, a little contact on the skin can cause severe burns on the skin. Mother had me immune to it through the use of magic.

She muttered, “Do you have some wolfsbane?” I gasped. Wolfsbane was a poisonous drug when ingested in large amounts, a hallucinogen which could make a creature of the night go mental. Other than that it was a great form of smoking, I only kept a few stashes as it was illegal to grow in the oasis. “I do.” I finally replied, unsure of I actually still had it. After all I ran away from the temple. She smiled, “Fine then. You just got yourself an ally, chosen one.”

What a psycho! Wolfsbane is a poison for werewolves, small amounts of it can temporarily inhibit the abilities we have for a short time until it’s out of our system, whereas in larger quantities it can be deadly. Why would she even think of using that on me? Why would she even have me here?! “Why am I here” I ask her. “Where am I?”

The room felt less ventilated. No one was settled; everyone had gloomy looks on their faces. Fear spelled itself out clearly in our eyes as we watched Teagan groan in pain. Wolfsbane is also known as a toxic plant that spells death for werewolves. It has the power to prevent them from transforming into their wolf form, weaken them, or, in the extreme, eliminate them. It was the best-known poison that all werewolves ran from. Its power most graciously gave a surprise toxin; none stood before it.

How could I possibly look after my pup? I wasn't a qualified mother, nor a qualified mate. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. With a loud slam, the door was shut. I suddenly remembered that Wesley confiscated some Wolfsbane from a traitor in the pack. Apparently, there was no antidote for it. I walked over to the safe and retrieved the Wolfsbane, adding them to a glass of water. Then, I drank it all in one go. My body started to burn. I knew my life had begun its countdown.

"No, little omega. Wolfsbane is for wolves." He reached out and touched the top of my head. Like I was a pet. "That was for gods."

Come on! When she refused to say anything, I reached into the bag I carried with me. Neatly packed inside in a way that wouldn't affect me, was wolfsbane. As I unwrapped it and she saw what was inside, she became afraid. I saw the pure and undiluted fear in her eyes. I've never seen that before. Not in anybody. This wolfsbane has permanent effects. Once applied, it will make the wolf extremely weak to the point of death and if an antidote isn't applied in nearly a day, it will result in the death of both the wolf and the host.