Nightshade Forsaken Novels & Stories

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

The Moon Goddess won't be seen as favoring her, rather as cursing the pack which has accepted her as their new bride and Luna. By the time the sun sets, the Nightshade pack will throw that vicious woman out for poisoning their bloodline, and she'll be back on the streets like a rogue, exactly where a homeless orphan like her belongs. I’m not just a well-wisher for Maximus and his family; I’m a savior. And saviors don't mind getting their hands a little dirty. AUTHOR'S POV The Nightshade mansion is humming with a frantic, rhythmic energy that vibrates through the stone floors. Steam billows from the massive industrial kitchens, carrying the heavy, intoxicating scent of slow-roasted mountain g

It was a pale, golden amber. Steam curled up, carrying the scent to Vespera’s nose. Almonds. And beneath the almonds, a sharp, metallic undertone. Vespera’s heart stopped. She knew that smell. She felt the cold stone of the prison floor beneath her knees. She felt the phantom constriction in her throat. She heard Lysander saying, 'It is painless.' Nightshade. Specifically, the distillation known as "The Widow’s Kiss." It was the same poison. The exact same poison they had used to execute her in the previous timeline.

We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks. Liora’s voice reached me, weak but fierce. “Kade, I love you, you stubborn wolf. Finish this.” The facility shook again. This time the roar that followed wasn’t mechanical. It was the Forsaken. Hundreds of blood-red eyes appeared in the corridors behind us. The leader of the Forsaken stepped through the broken wall, smiling with too many fangs. “Michelle’s toys have failed,” it announced. “The debt will be paid in full tonight, starting with you, Kade Thorn.”

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

“And if you stall me, they’ll be the least of your problems.” “Threats already?” she chuckled, but it was dry. “I had almost forgotten your charm.” She turned, reaching for the shelves that climbed the wall behind her. Her fingers, gnarled but steady, skimmed over jars and tins, bottles sealed with wax, bundles of herbs dried to dust. “Nightshade it is” she said, pulling down a black-glass jar. “One wrong breath and it paralyzes the lungs. One pinch too much, and the heart stops cold. You’re welcome”

"I know. And I deserved it. Every moment of hatred. Every curse you hurled at my memory. Every wound you inflicted on the world in my name." "No." Lilith's voice was fierce, desperate. "No, you did not. You made mistakes. We both did. Terrible mistakes. But we could have, we would have, if we had just had more time—" "Now." Morgana's grip tightened on both their hands. "I need you both to listen. I do not have much time, and there is something you must understand. The Forsaken, they are not just my enemies. They are not just ancient rivals. They are everyone's enemies. They serve something older than them. Something darker. Something that has been sleeping since before time began, since befo

Forgive me. But no sound escaped. Zevi stepped forward. His form flickered, glitching like a broken flame. One moment solid, the next, a ghost. His chest was marked with a deep gash—self-inflicted. A symbol carved into his skin. Nightshade petals spilled from the wound, staining the ground around him. Lioren remained still, silent. But his eyes followed her every movement, cold and assessing. Like he didn't recognize her anymore. Like she wasn't Veyra. Like she was something other.

he said with a smirk as if he just won. I laughed at his words because he just fell into my trap and admitted what he did. Nightshade was the Gaisreen equivalent to wolfsbane. As such, its use was highly prohibited and punishable by absolute death. That meant that every life would be stripped away before he was killed for his offense. He just admitted to it in the presence of four Gaisreen. “It’s a great thing that you were always an absolute idiot. You just admitted to a crime punishable by absolute death,” I pointed out with a smirk of my own.