Milo Belladonna Novels & Stories

I didnt hear anything else just sounds and everything blurred around me, I felt someone help me up and take my hand away from her body but Nikal growled. I didnt want the to take her away from me “Knox” a voice said It was Mila and Nikal let out a whine “MILA CARTER IS A SPY” Kreda yelled I turned to her grabbing Mila away repeatedly screaming she’s a spy, they were both struggling when a vial fell from Mila’s dress. I picked it up and smelt it Wolfsbane and Nightshade

Milo looked at him and whispered back. “He’s saying that your pretty lady needs to be wary about us. Like we’re going to do something bad to her,” Milo answered with a frown on his face. Hariel nodded and looked at Syd with a serious face. As if he’s going to do something bad to his pretty lady.

she finished with a smile. Milo lapped the room in excitement and stopped at the window to look outside. The fields and forest were illuminated by the moon, showing several familiar wolves patiently waiting outside. He had never been let out to run with the other wolves unless it was to be used as their prey when they were restless. Thanks to the shot of wolfsbane and a blindfold, Milo never had a fair chance. “This will be different! Let’s go,” he yipped happily, bounding for the open door with Tessa at his heels.

She shuddered at the thought. “Why the expression?” asked Prince Joseph. Bella didn’t answer. She thought that if she could, she would stay there and learn medicines and even poison from Prince Joseph. He was considered to be one of the most gifted medicine men of the century and even a highly praise alchemist. But in order to gain his favor she will have to get the marigold flower for him. The marigold is considered to be one of the most toxic plant ever in existence. Because of its ability to bring the dead back to life, whomever is near it, the flower will suck out their life and energy waiting to store someone else’s life. Whom, no one ever knows either.

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”

All my extra jewelry seemed foolish now as my limbs grew heavy, the burning sensation spreading all over. I gasped with a hand on my stomach and dry heaved as nausea and tremors racked through me. Through my periphery, I could see Princess Morgana standing up to speak to the king. “Your majesty. Please let the new royal wife go first in shooting her arrow. The faster she can make bullseye, the faster she gets the antidote. She seems to have taken the deadliest poison of them all.” Belladonna. The wine glass I drank had Belladonna.

“Yes, it will help to enhance my powers, and then I’ll be able to break the seal.” Bas nodded, his voice oozing with confidence. “Belladonna flower can be found in the middle of the forest. It’s a potent plant, but it’s worth the risk.” “Then we’ll go for it today,” I said, turning to Bas. “Yeah, I’ll come with you,” Bas replied. “However you want to get that’s up to you. Just let me know when you have it,” Naomi said, closing the book and handing it back to me.

They were empty, stained only by the condensation of the spilled wine. “Now,” Denis said, turning back to Mila. “Lady Mila, would you be so kind as to unroll your left sleeve? The one tucked so tightly into your bodice? It seems a strange way to wear such fine velvet, don't you think?” Mila’s face went from grey to a ghostly, translucent white. She tried to step back, but the crowd of nobles—sensing a change in the wind—blocked her path. “I—I don’t see why—”

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

Their voices grew as King Guaya arrayed in royal battle gears, with no mask, bustled out from the front battalion. He was the ruler of the kingdom of Muzagah. He was the tallest of all of them, apart from the abnormal giants who guarded the prince. He was not sophisticatedly dressed in war attires like his rival, yet his chest was encased in a sort of poor quality brass-made breastplate which complimented the male skirt he wore which was made of lion skin. A white girdle tightened his waist. Feathers of all kinds were stuck to his crown. Five medallions, two amulets; one bronze pendant and chains dangled about his neck. He walked like a big elephant, stamping the earth with vigor, and trundl