Novel & Cerita Misha Milkweed

I panicked, realizing I’d been holding the sprig of Milk Thorn for who knew how long, my palm wet from crushing the plant in my grip. "Stupid!" I hissed. "How could I—" I cut myself off, trying to pull together a makeshift antidote. Willow’s Bane for pain, turmeric for swelling, aloe to soothe the skin... and a mud pack to draw out the toxins. I’d never actually treated Milk Thorn before but we trained pack members about it like so many other ailments. Satisfied with my hasty concoction, I left the potted herbs near the fountain for tomorrow but kept a couple of sprigs of Willow’s Bane for myself. It was going to be a long night.

Her grandmother tried to encouraged her in the best way. "I guess everything happens for a reason right." She looked at Mama Liya and sighed. "Yes my child. "What do you think of flowers?" Her grandmother asked out of the blue. "Flowers?...... Flowers are flowers Mama Liya." She smiled smugly and shook her head. "Have you ever heard of Black Eyed Susan?" Her grandmother asked again. "No. Why all these questions Mama Liya." She raised her eye brows and stretched her neck. She wasn't in the mood to know about any flowers at all, not when they are more important things to face right now.

There was pride in Almac's voice as he spoke but she he wasn't very sure that it was going to work to revive Mia. "And what exactly are they?" Aaron asked, "A mixture of wolfsbane antidote which is further broken down into a mixture of aconitum, silver leaf and dragon's breath as well as a little sap from the moon petal. They're all very hard to find and I had quite some trouble gathering them all." He said, "and I am not sure if they'll work but I hope that they do." Aaron sighed and then turned towards the door, "I'll find out who did this and why. Just make sure that she wakes up at least. It doesn't matter if she wakes up in one week or ten month's time. As long as she's alive."

Joshua pursed his lips. He looked at Natasha, seeming to want to say something. Natasha showed no fear. Mr. Grayson, are you trying to stand up for your first love? Did you feel sorry for her because you saw her being wronged?" Natasha said casually without a hint of sadness. "I advise you not to feel sorry for your precious first love for now…" Natasha elongated her tone. "Take a closer look at this herb. It's the Mystic Herb that grows in the deepest part of the Herb Valley. You can't find more than 50 in the entire Topola."

"Ugh! What are you doing here, hybrid?" Claudia stopped at the entrance when she caught sight of Flicka at the first row of potted plants. She was only momentarily surprised, not that Flicka gave her any credit for her composure. "I'm checking on the herbs," she said calmly. "The sick bay has been planting extra rows of banshee weed since the research team wants it for experiments. They think it has something to do with the toxin the rogues used to stop us from shifting."

When the spiritual light dissipated, a palm-sized whitish-green flower that seemed like an orchid was revealed. Severin, a sixth-grade high-rank alchemist himself, recognized it instantly as the Omnispirit White Orchid, an herb used in the crafting of the seventh-grade pill known as the Nimblesense Pill. Myles, now a level seven paragon, did not need such an herb. However, it was a godsend for Severin, who accepted it with a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir."

Her voice was slightly shaky, then her eyes drifted to Sheila’s bed, “And I think you have a serious problem here.” My mind froze when I heard her name. Cordelia Blackwell was a well-known name in our world. Everyone knew her, they steered away from her, even witches. A dark witch for a mate. The thought made me erupt into laughter; I knew I must have looked like a mad man. The Mood Goddess really knew how to find my match. I shook my head, and after calming down I ambled towards her. I knew I was in her personal space, when she tried to step back slightly. Being this close to her, I could feel sparks between us, something was cackling.

I gave the signal, and they untied her hands. “Yes, I’m not her! I’m better!” she shrieked. “No one will ever please you the way I did!” Now that was such a ridiculous claim that I burst out laughing. Her arrogance truly knew no bounds. “You’d be surprised at how fast Vicky picked up certain techniques that even hookers don’t master right away. But that’s not why we’re here. Misha,” I ordered my head of security. Misha grabbed the trash by the scruff of the neck and swung her over the bridge railing. Mila started shrieking, sobbing, screaming—but my guy held the brunette upside down over the river with effortless ease, not even breaking a sweat.

Melissa had suddenly lost her composure. "We found the aconitum substance in her bloodstream and it's still a miracle she is still breathing." Melissa gasped, widened her gaze, and pressed her fingers tightly against her lips, unable to believe what the doctor had just said. The aconitum was a substance contained in wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was a substance that was used in killing werewolves. The vacation center Melissa had sent Mia was a place she was sure that only humans who dwelt there. How come? Who on earth gave Mia the aconitum substance?

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.