Skyrim Nightshade Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN POV "Your majesty, we just received news from the witch Bellatrix in Clovedale that you will find very interesting." My assistant tells me as he walks into my office. "And what news would that be, Lyle?" I reply, not looking up from my work. "It seems we were right all those years ago about Nightshade having a special wolf. The future Alpha from Blackmist came into her shop today looking for help to reverse his matebond being severed by his mate. Her name is Serenity Nightshade. Seems as though she hid having a wolf from anyone in the pack till her wolf pushed forward and severed their bond.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

I stood from my throne again, stunned into silence. I had never heard the name Ximena. The little I knew about Cara's escapades in New York was that she frequented the homes of rogues and wolf criminals. She called herself the doctor, and although I would have killed her at the time if we met again, I was proud. She was living for herself. "What do you know?" "Nightshade." The room gasped before an audible silence befell the space. Every wolf feared wolf's bane and poisons like Nightshade. This is the last thing that should be on a healer's list of medicines.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He had underestimated Ambrose's strength. Larissa's eyes darted to the side. She grabbed Ambrose's left hand, noticing the bare wrist. "Where's the Nightshade Demon?" Larissa demanded. The Nightshade Demon was the latest weapon developed by Finn, and its destructive power was unimaginable. What kind of crisis could have caused Ambrose to lose even the Nightshade Demon? Remiel thought of the black bracelet on Ambrose's wrist. He had assumed it was just an accessory, but it seemed he had misjudged.

"Sure, I'll be direct. I want to purchase the Nightshade Discipline." The Nightshade Discipline was the secret technique that allowed Derek to conceal his presence. It was so effective that even Felix, who had achieved several realms above him, could not detect him. Any martial artist would know how valuable such a technique was. Darren's smile vanished instantly. "I don't care how you found out about it, but please leave. It's not for sale." This reaction surprised Felix, but he wasn't about to give up. He held up one finger. "Let me make an offer—"

Kai asked, his voice back to its normal, bored drawl, though his chest heaved slightly from the effort of shifting so quickly. "No," I sobbed, pressing my hands against Nash’s chest. "But he's not breathing right. Look at the arrow! It's Wolfsbane, but... it's different." Kai crouched down, the mud squelching beneath his bare feet. He leaned in close, inhaling the scent of the wound. His nose wrinkled, and he pulled back sharply. "Not Wolfsbane," he corrected, his tone serious. "It's Nightshade Concentrate. Military grade. Synthetic and highly unstable."

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

*(Three Weeks Before the Alpha’s Death – Infirmary, Nightshade Territory)* Cole possessed a keen awareness of the world around him. It was this insight that enabled him to observe Kieran slipping into the healers' storage after midnight—long after the essential herbs had been carefully stored away. Moving with stealth among the glass vials, the Beta meticulously measured wolfsbane extract into a flask labeled *"For Pain Relief."* Yet, Cole understood that no remedy required such potent nightshade, unless the intent was to bring about silence without leaving a trace.

“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.