Nightshade Novel Novels & Stories

I had my shower, got dressed and took out my best novel. ‘Finding Damon’ It was a high school romance novel about supernaturals who fell in love but their differences set them on a path of deadly choices. I was down ten pages when dinner came in, It was a lady dressed in blue and white who brought the tray to my door. She looked so familiar, like one of my highschool seniors then, “Thank you,” I said, taking the tray from her. I munched down the food, finished it in less than five minutes and placed the tray back on the counter. When I went back to bed, the soft wind of the night blew over my face, sending me into a deep sleep unexpectedly.

“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”

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

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For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

"When I first heard about Alpha Ezra's sickness I recognized the symptoms, I didn't say much of it because I knew it could be wrong and because of the rarity of the plant itself I didn't want to assume. But them I saw him myself and that confirmed it." "Confirmed what Selena?" "It's nightshade," I whisper and I watch his green eyes go wide for a second, but they returned to the normal size so fast I almost doubted that small expression. "Nightshade is both illegal and extremely rare in our pack." "Which was why no one assumed it was that and why no one could recognize the symptoms." He pressed his lips together and watched his father breath in and out shallowly, so still he could pass as dea

Lucifer bombarded him with questions his voice echoing against the room in fury. “With all due respect your highness, at that time, we only thought it was a normal phenomenon since you know how we, the Nightshade pack thrives in darkness. As it is our main source of power.” The beta of the nightshade pack Lewellyn Nevar, a charming yet muscular brunette woman, who just arrived since he was aiding the injured warriors at the Nightshade pack’s hospital who were with Cassius when the rogue attack happened. Cassius just arrived earlier, even though he was bleeding since he wants to inform Casa Del Fierro of what had happened.

Eat it cross legged on the couch, TV flickering some mindless rerun, laughing at lines I know by heart. Afternoon nap, why not? Curl up with the throw blanket that smells like woodsmoke from last winter's fire pit, let sleep pull me under soft and deep, dreams fuzzy with colors I can't name. Evening sneaks in slowly, candles flickering on the windowsill, takeout from the Thai place, pad see ew with extra lime, noodles twirling around chopsticks. Or cook, really cook, pasta bubbling on the stove, garlic sizzling in olive oil, wine glass sweating condensation on the counter.

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Nor was the business he did more important to him than those drinks. He thought this time he could run me over, except he couldn’t. I wouldn’t let anyone get me down, especially him. I took care and took a very good look at what he tasted like and discovered he was only missing one bottle. It was a bottle of brandy from the year he was born. There was only one example in the world that I had obtained. I knew that opening it in front of him was like setting fire to it alive. He wanted to put it in the only empty spot on the shelves of his collection. I had to admit, my sadism was reaching an all-time high, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Seeing my enemy at my feet was my greatest satisfaction.