Nightshade Novel Novels & Stories

Her body trembled with weakness, her breathing shallow. “My lady,” Lila cooed, her voice gentle, dripping with false sympathy. “I brought your tea... the one to help with your pain.” Seraphine’s lips curled into a weak smile, her hand trembling as she reached for the cup. “Thank you... Lila... You’ve been so kind... I don’t know what I’d do without you...” Lila’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with malice as she watched Seraphine drink deeply, unaware of the slow-acting poison slipping through her veins. It was a rare toxin, extracted from the Nightshade flower—a plant known for weakening even the strongest of wolves.

“Let’s not conveniently rewrite history to suit your narrative, Linus. I also heard about that day—the same day Michelle Westwood was served Nightshade tea. A poison known to drive wolves insane, to force their nature out of control. You’re going to stand here and act like the Twelve didn’t go there prepared for chaos, as if they already knew what was going to happen?” The murmurs in the room grew louder, but I pressed on, my voice rising. “I also heard she took her own life after finding out her daughter and mate were dead—killed. And you want to paint her as a monster? She was hunted without even knowing it. None of that tragedy would have happened if someone hadn’t decided to serve her Ni

“They’re part of the antidote for nightshade poisoning.” She glances up at me, and I catch the quiet excitement in her voice. Nightshade is a hallucinogenic for our kind. While it’s not incurable, the effects last for weeks. “An antidote for nightshade?” I ask doubtfully as I scan the forest for any possible threats. She nods excitedly. “It’s able to stop the effects within a couple of hours. I know. I tried it out on myself.” “You did what?” All my attention is now on her.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.

He smiled again, a broken thing. “Enjoy that steak for the both of us.” Then he closed his eyes, awaiting the only embrace he could have with her. And she drove the blade into his chest. Present Day · Age 18 · Redmoor Academy Sierra Vale shot upright, gasping like she’d surfaced from drowning in oil. The shadows screamed inside her head—chittering, slithering, howling in dead languages. They wanted blood. They wanted freedom. They wanted home. She gritted her teeth and scrambled for the vial under her pillow: blue glass, silver stopper, laced with nightbloom and silentroot. Her fingers trembled as she uncorked it and downed it in one gulp.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

And then, everything goes black. **** The sun on my face stirs me awake. I sit up and stretch, rapidly blinking, trying to hurry my eyes to adjust to the light of a new day. I already know I got out of the chains last night. I can’t feel the metal clamp around my neck. I squeeze my eyes closed before I have a chance to look at my surroundings, not wanting to be caught off guard by what I may have done under the influence of the full moon. I lift my face towards the golden morning breeze and sniff the air cautiously. No scent of blood on or anywhere near me. Well, that’s a good sign.

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

Somehow, I knew I could trust her. I guessed it was a wolf thing, but I had it my whole life. When I met someone, I can read them, sensing if they were a good person or not, or if they had a negative agenda. It had helped me over the years, especially when I started dating. But that's another story. "So, what exactly is Nightshade?" I asked. Since we were on the subject, I wanted to know as much about them as I could. Bailey finished off the piece of chicken she was eating and took a sip of her soda to wash it down. "They're supernatural hunters."