Nightshade Novel Novels & Stories

If Debbie was going to tell Kade the truth about what happened twelve years ago, then I wanted Serena to be completely oblivious until then. By the time we returned to Nightshade, I was utterly exhausted from barely sleeping all night. I decided that I needed to stuff myself with a rather large meal and get a good night’s rest before I got to work on Debbie’s treatment plan. But the moment I set foot in the foyer, I smelled it. Smoke. It was acrid and strange, not the scent of wood burning, but something foreign that burned my eyes and nostrils. “Oh, Goddess,” I muttered, pinching my nose. “What is that awful smell?”

"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.

Just the scent of him, and the emptiness that ached in every part of me. --- Later that evening, a servant arrived with dinner. Nina screamed when she lifted the lid. I jolted upright. Tucked beneath a plate was a withered black nightshade blossom. The flower was rotting and laced with meaning. Gary reached for it. “It’s just a flower—” “It’s a curse,” Nina snapped, backing away. “You don’t touch it.” But it was too late. He held it by the stem, his fingers frozen in the air. His face had gone pale.

His arms wrapped around her waist like he didn’t want to let go. Then the elevator shuddered. The lights flickered back to normal white. The fan kicked on. The hum of power filled the space. The intercom crackled. “Ms. Cross? Power’s restored. You should be moving shortly.” Vivienne’s heart slammed against her ribs. Noah was still inside her, softening slowly. His cum was already starting to drip down her thigh. She was trembling. Wrecked. And the world was starting again. Neither of them moved right away. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

I knew that this wound wouldn't kill me, but it hurt like a motherfucker. I grabbed that arm and blood was spilling out over my fingers that was holding the wound when another one held up a dart gun. He shot a dart into my neck but I quickly removed it and immediately I could smell wolfsbane. And then the third man held up another gun and shot that at me. But I didn't recognize that smell. I actually pulled the dart to my nose to smell it. "Vervain. It will keep your vampire side in check as well." The first man declared. My vision started getting really blurry and dots were appearing in front of my eyes when I heard people downstairs running up towards my room.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

I just knew I had to get away before he touched me again. The underground air smelled like rust, metal, and damp concrete. My bare feet slapped painfully against the freezing floor, sharp debris cutting into my skin every few steps. Still, I kept going. Something felt wrong. The pain in my cheek hadn’t faded at all. Normally, even with my weak healing, the sting would have started disappearing by now. Instead, it still burned. Raw. Sharp. My chest tightened. Nightshade. That was what Primrose called it. The substance that interfered with healing.

She gave me a bottle of concentrated nightshade as well. “Nightshade is similar to wolfs-bane, toxic for the vampire race. It will help you subdue King Trevor to kill him easily.” I sincerely thanked her and began my mission; the disguise of a maid helped me to blend into the crowd. The priest’s speech about the bounty of soulmates allowed me to deal with Sylvia first. It was a fact that vampires would shred me into pieces after murdering their King, so it was my last chance to correct my stupid mistakes. After serving random guests, I presented the poisoned juice to Sylvia, cursing her inwardly. As she was absorbed in the rituals of the ceremony, she picked up the glass and brought it to he

Nightshade asked. Evelyn followed his gaze and immediately recognized him. “Akela,” she said softly. A small smile touched her lips. “He’s one of our strongest warriors. Brave, loyal, and skilled. I guess it’s time we give him a chance to prove himself.” “Yes, you’re right,” Nightshade said slowly, his tone thoughtful. But then he frowned, as though something troubled him deeply. Evelyn noticed immediately. “What is it?” Nightshade hesitated before speaking. “Something doesn’t feel right. Every time I get close to him… I smell something strange.” His eyes flickered toward Evelyn. “I smell mate.”

“One who has not yet risen. When they do, the world will tilt. And only the gatekeeper can choose which shadow survives.” My skin prickled. Something shifted inside me. A cold blooming beneath my ribs, wrapping around my flame like an answering twin. I gasped, clutching my chest. Orion was instantly at my side, eyes sharp with alarm. “Ember—?” “Shadow,” I whispered. “It’s waking up inside me.” The flames that once answered me alone danced now with shadowed tendrils, smoke and fire twining like fate. Lazriel turned to me slowly. “You are both.”