Misha Milkweed Novels & Stories

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."

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.

he asked, as his face curled into a smile. “Yes!” I declared, reaching for his hand-paw. “It’s me. Can you…can you hear me?” He chuckled softly. Then he licked his lips. His voice was hoarse. “Pass me my bag, will you?” he asked. I looked over at his bag. I could see a small vile poking out the top. It was full of a light blue powder. Milkweed, I assumed. “Adrian, no,” I shook my head.

“How did you know about this, Holly?” “I read a lot about medicinal plants in the library whenever I have no scheduled training.” I smiled at him as I spread the pounded leaves on the little lady’s wounds, whom Evander called Misha. I had the idea she was the witch, but it was dark the first time she showed herself to us, and Mel seldom mentioned her name to me. “I can’t believe she risked her life to save me,” Evander murmured as he looked down on still unconscious Misha. “She is so desperate to get away from Irina that she agreed to make a deal with me.”

“We’re all wolves, and we all have teeth. They won’t hesitate to bite when you fall. Be wise. Am I clear?” I nodded like a child being scolded by her mother—something I had never known. “Good. Let’s go.” After that, we continued around the pack, trying different things, doing different things. We ate more, laughed more, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel completely alone. I learned that Misha was fifty and a trusted advisor to the alpha king. She had taken care of him since he was young. Tina was an omega, had never attended the full moon, and was my age, with two younger sisters.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

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."

But the body, given the right help, could fight back. "Galina." I turned my head. She was already at my elbow with the water and the masks. "I need silverweed. The white-flowered kind, not the yellow. And milk thistle if you can find it — there's some in the kitchen garden behind the mansion. And a fresh sprig of rosemary." "Silverweed, milk thistle, rosemary." "And honey.." She just nodded and turned and went. It took her almost twenty minutes — longer than I wanted, but I used the time. I cleaned Beata's face with a cool cloth. I got her propped up so her lungs could work. I had her sip boiled water in tiny, careful swallows.