Nightshade Novel Novels & Stories

"He's afflicted with Snowshade, a technique of the Spirit Hill Sect. It lurks within those nodes to destroy nerves and veins from within, and the needles won't stop it for that long." Paul did a double take. However, he had read about the poison in old books, and he snapped, "You're lying! Snowshade does attack the central nerve nodes, but it needs a medium. And the poison in the bottle wasn't cold—it's definitely not Snowshade!" "Have I ever said there's poison in the bottle?" "Then what is it?!" Paul demanded. Frank pinched his nose. "It's just a little catalyst called pee." "Pfft—" Vicky snickered without a care.

He was about to talk when my mother interrupted him. “Because it's not your strength. Avery, something that's easily given can also be easily taken. Do you know my moniker amongst the other packs?” “No…” I replied with furrowed brows, “Nightshade. A Nightshade is a beautiful flower and just like a rose has thorns, a Nightshade is very poisonous. Beautiful yet dangerous, pure but at the same time evil, that's what a lot of people see me as.” “Are they right?” I asked my mother gently, she didn't seem like a dangerous person to me but that was probably because I was her daughter.

She almost thanked the goddess out loud as she saw the king shift. For a moment, Gabriella wondered if he was going to let the ceremony finish before attacking and she really couldn’t put her friend through that! People were running and screaming as the wolves came closer, but the nightshade pack was ready for them. Gabriella and Lucienne shifted at the same time as the moment they came face to face with the red-eyed king.

Very soon I felt the power flow from my heart to my hands, and then aconite vines began to develop within it. When I finally opened my eyes, Oliver was on the ground, and the werewolf jumped to pin him down and probably tear apart. Without hesitating, I tossed the aconite vines ahead, which began to twist towards the werewolf at a dizzying speed, as if it were being pulled towards him. Even when the wolf noticed them and rolled aside, resigning from attacking Oliver to escape the vines, they followed him as if they had eyes. Eventually, the aconite vines twisted around the werewolf's body in three places - on the abdomen and around all four legs - binding the creature tightly like a chain. A

He was an experienced pack doctor. He carefully inquired about Hailey's situation and picked up the glass to smell it. "It was Nightshade Weed," Ike turned back and said with a serious tone. Nightshade Weed was a poisonous plant commonly found in the Shadow Forest. Though not lethal, it could temporarily paralyze the werewolves' wolfish nature, rendering them unable to shift. I turned to look at Matt and the others. My anger affected my wolf. As Derek released its roaring oppression, I saw fear and unease in their eyes.

Chapter 5. Nova’s POV Cassian doesn’t let me sleep. Not because he touches me—he doesn’t. Not after the bite. He sits across the room, bare chest, gold eyes lit in the barely lit room like a god chained underground. Watching me. Watching himself unravel, maybe.

We would eat and talk joyfully together. My past was not dark; I never knew what Nightshade was, what a syndicate meant. But my fears were built on the stories my mother used to read to me—tales that taught me to be cautious, because they mirrored the very events that occurred in Nightshade. A dull ache crept into my chest. I had lost so much that I had begun to forget even more. Even the memories of my family had started to fade. “Why are you pushing your vegetables aside?” Gabriel’s voice broke my reverie.

​For the first time in weeks, the golden morning light felt soft against my skin rather than cold and threatening. Sitting beneath the ancient jasmine tree in the school courtyard, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, heady scent of white blossoms drifting in the crisp autumn breeze. ​Beside me, Mateo leaned back against the gnarled wooden trunk, flipping through a heavy leather-bound poetry book. His dark hair fell loosely across his forehead, and his expression was completely relaxed. In the quiet warmth of the afternoon, the terrifying shadows of the basement, the strange black envelopes, and Gabriel’s cold warnings felt like nothing more than a bad dream I had fin

"How could Aliya capture Gustavo Gotze? And if a Switzer is guarding him, how would she subdue him?" "Nightshade," Kaye whispered. "You have some, don't you?" "Yes." Stephan rubbed at a knot of tension in his neck. "In my safe. How did you know about it?" "I used some once. Not yours, of course. But you could let Aliya use it." "What is nightshade?" Aliya asked. "A poison for vampires," Kaye explained. "You prick the vampire with a dart, and the poison goes into his bloodstream and paralyzes him. He's still conscious, but unable to move."

On the other hand, Toto was taking off his brown coat and necktie while replying, “I don’t feel comfortable staying in this inn.” When I asked him why, he answered, “Nightshade is the family of Atropa Belladonna, a poisonous plant. Also, I’ve read somewhere that it is Professor Moriarty’s favorite poison. I’m not sure if that information is true, but I just can’t seem to feel comfortable knowing all that.” Despite everything he said, I smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re back to your usual self, Nerd.” “KYAAAAA!!” I immediately opened the door and found the Detective and others by the hallway. “You heard that too?” Angelica’s face was tense. “The sound was made by two young women from upstairs,”