Royce Hemlock Novels & Stories

Murmurs ripple through the room. “Is that a Lycan?” “That looks like the king’s…” But I’m tense, knowing what’s to come and sure enough I disappear… intense power blasts around Royce. His hair whips around his face as his entire body is surrounded by a crackling ice-blue aura almost as if a thousand bolts of lightning are wrapped around him, running through the blade in his hand. A murmur fills the room as Charlotte cries out in the memory, “Royce!” Then the invisible Death-Noodle turns, his one good eye focused on Royce… the blinding clash is intense, and we all have to shield our eyes and Royce jumps into the scare.

"According to our information, anyone who crosses him all this time ends up badly. Even the death of Hector, previously one of the Four Young Masters of Wolsing and the scion of the Thompson of Wolsing, has something to do with him. That's why, if we want to do anything, we have to really think it through and make proper plans. We can't simply make any moves just because we want to." "If we can only do everything after proper planning, it'll be too late by the time you do act," Royce said in disdain. "All of you people from Country H are always such worrywarts. That's why you can't succeed a lot of times. Unlike me, I don't like to wait for my vengeance! That's why when I'm waiting for you t

Plopping onto the sole cathedra, I was tapping my hands on the arms. "It's pretty simple. I want you to search for an antidote for poison hemlock." I finally broke the thick air of silence that enveloped the living room. Jackson who stood in front of the small fleet gathered whipped his head up so sharply I thought it would snap, his straight brows arched. "Poison hemlock? Those are deadly. But we don't know of the antidote." He replied with a curt bow. "Annalise says it's Melathionapalm. It's in the woods, it's a bluish green plant found near our hunting grounds." I said again, leaning into the chair. "You have two days to find it. Jackson, you stay here."

Two hours later, she said to Chase, “I found some news about those ingredients. The Centennial Blood Root and the Sky Spirit Flower had been seen in Rochester.” “Rochester?” Chase was surprised. “That’s right.” Scarlet nodded and continued, “Rochester is one of the main producers of Bactria’s medical herbs. I was told that there'll be an auction in Rochester that will include the Centennial Blood Root.” “That’s great.” Chase got Sam to book him a plane ticket to Rochester after confirming that the news was accurate. South River City was more than 600 miles away from Rochester, and it would take three to four hours for a return flight. He should be able to make it back in time.

I slipped the lock out of the hinge and flipped open the top compartment. My lips parted as half my breath fell out while the other half remained trapped in my lungs. “Holy shit,” I whispered. “This is it, isn’t it?” I nodded my head and stared down at the innocent-looking plant. My nerves were coiling in a mixture of exhilaration as well as hatred. It was hard to think that such a small-flowered plant had the ability to bring on such heartache and devastation. Sitting there, wrapped up in a small plastic bag, were several small clippings of Hemlock. They looked naturally aged given that Isabella didn’t exactly have the chance to better preserve them in any manner.

"Explain to me how you saw it." "To me, it's just water , that's because I'm magical but to you , it's just gonna give you whatever image it's wants you to see, I don't know.". Raphael turned away from him and picked the syringe up from the ground, staring at it delicately. The syringe glowed with four different colours as Raphael stared at it, Red, blue, grey and white each respectively belonging to the plant families, Aconite, Hemlock, deadly Nightshade and Mandrake.

the fat man smiled, “hemlock grows deep in the forest— it's hard enough to source as it is. You seem like a well-read young man. I'm sure you'd know it takes at least two hundred years of growth for hemlock to summon a lightning strike. In those two hundred years, it has to keep from pests and absorb enough nutrition among other competing plants. More importantly, once it’s been struck, a devastating fire must follow for lightning to pass through it completely.” “I'm sure you'd also know, young man, that lightning and thunder usually come hand in hand with rain. A lot of the time the fires are put out with rain barely after they have started to burn. It takes quite a lot of coincidences to y

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.

she replied *** “What about hemlock? What effect does that have on vampires?” “What’s its botanical name?” “Conium maculatum... so it could be either or both of the last ones I guess” Lise flicked through the pages at speed “Lets see... stops the central nervous system from working... can lead to respiratory failure...acute rhabdomyolysis - whatever that is - acute renal failure and... death.” “Jesus. Doesn’t seem like he’d need anything else!” I turned the pages of an old medical text book I’d found “How’d you spell rhabdomyolysis?”