Lupin Novels & Stories

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

It turns out I inherited my mother's looks. Four years ago, I learned about a herb called Black Mandala from Camila. It's a poisonous plant that can allow the parasitic dark melanin to live on a werewolf's body. Eating Black Mandala would damage the vocal cords of the werewolf, even changing their skin, hair, and pupils' color. I found it intriguing and began searching for this herb.

“How is my wife, doctor?” He lets out a sigh while leaning forward. “That’s the reason why I have called you sir. Apparently, we could have saved the baby even if she came in the time she came in but we discovered a large amount of Aconitum which is also known as wolfsbane her body and I mean a very large amount of it so it depleted the survival rate of the fetus by more than ninety five percent and we couldn’t save it” How the heck did she get that amount of wolfsbane in her body, the pack healer would have noticed it if it has been there”

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The three of them were sitting beside each other, forming a triangular shape. Larch looked down, picked a small three-leaf Trifolium repens, and looked closely at its anatomy. His memory of his mother's last breath flashed back to his mind. He was a kid back then, and now that he grew up, he still cannot move on from the trauma it made.

I repeated. "Yes," she said, offering a tight, polite smile. "It's my job, Edal. In case you've forgotten, those seeds are the only reason this town has a second harvest planned for the autumn. I am ensuring our investment doesn't rot in the dark." I looked down at her satchel. The leather flap was propped open, and I could see the dark foam insert inside. Three glass vials—labeled *WHEAT - VARIANT 4B*, *SOYBEAN - GEN-3*, and *CORN - ACID ADAPTIVE*—were already slotted into the foam.

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

I click the picture and the description pops up. 'The plant, Aconitum napellus, or Wolfsbane, is the commonly known cure or weapon against the fantastical creatures, known as werewolves. Though this isn't just a mythical plant whose only purpose is to fight those creatures of the night, it also contains many other dark and deadly secrets.' She was poisoned?!

' Alois cordially said, mentioning the remedy they have found together to help her get her wolf back. Leguminous-bane is a small plant of about length of nine to ten inches that grows in a neutral atmosphere perennially. It bears tiny pods with snow white seeds, a remedy wolves found centuries ago which effectively deals with pain inflicted by wolfsbane and can aid many other incurable illnesses related to mental health upon direct consumption. And guess what, it was found a hundred percent efficient for a wolf who's been paralysed inside a person's body or for that matter, held captive under his human form.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.