Skyrim Nightshade Novels & Stories

I roared, the sound vibrating the very masonry of the room. Hestia looked up, her wrinkled hands soaked to the wrists in red. She didn't flinch at my rage. "The wound is deep, Rhys, but it’s not just the steel. The blade was coated in a refined distillate of Nightshade and Silver-dust." My blood turned to ice. That combination didn't just kill; it prevented a wolf’s natural clotting. It turned a minor wound into an endless fountain.

But then I took out another vial. “Nightshade.” The only potion that could neutralize wolfsbane. I pulled open the cap. “You see, I don’t intend to kill you. Not yet. Letting you die so quickly would be a kind of mercy—and you don’t deserve mercy. So I'll let you have a drink.”

he said. “I guess I’ll see you in four days then,” I said to him. “Oh and you might want to stock up on some Silver-leaf Nightshade,” he said as he stood up with his laptop already back in the bag. “Why?” I asked him. “It’s the only thing that kills a vampire without you having to chop off their heads or rip their hearts out,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said to him. “I have a good feeling about you Lucas Grey,” he said and we shook hands.

"The Moon guided me here." She knelt beside Natalie, placing her hand over her fevered skin. Symbols glowed faintly under her palm. "This isn’t normal wolfsbane," she said quietly. "See the black veins? That’s Nightshade Crescenta. It grows only where the moonlight cannot reach." Her eyes met mine. "In the Ashenveil Mountains." I swallowed hard. Ashenveil. Marcus Cromwell’s territory. The Rogue King. Of course. He was behind this.

Next, I pick up a pair of generic looking tennis shoes, showing her how to open the bottom, revealing the hidden compartment. “These are also xray proof.” I pull out a red syringe. “Do NOT stick yourself with this. It’s a deadly combination of wolfsbane, Night Shade, and Poppy. Only use this when you can sneak up on the opponent. The last thing we want is for it to be wrestled from you.”

"The witches are coming. Their leader said she has something that can help. I hope it will provide a permanent solution." Ryder nodded in agreement, hope glimmering in his eyes. " I hope so too," Ryder said, his voice filled with anticipation A momentary pause hung between them, allowing their thoughts to converge on a different topic. Ryder's pride shone through his eyes as he shared his news, a glimmer of excitement illuminating his features. "By the next full moon, the Nightshade pack will have their first mating ceremony." Knox's eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "I still can't believe she's getting mated to Mark," he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of as

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.

My options were running out. "Fine." I stepped back toward the center of the room and removed the cross bag from my shoulder. Carefully, I reached inside and withdrew a large bundle wrapped in thick cloth. I placed it on the table. The room seemed to hold its breath. Even the client watched closely. Slowly, I unwrapped the cloth layer by layer until the contents were revealed. There were black stones… hundreds of them. Jagged, dark, and almost glossy under the light. The substance was known in the black market as Nightshade Ore.

“The apothecary has secured the moon salt and ward crystals. We’re ready to leave for the airfield.” “Good,” I glanced toward him. “Make sure the crystals are sealed in iron boxes. I don’t want their magic weakening before we reach—“ I stopped as a strange scent had reached me. It was sweet at first, almost like crushed flowers, but underneath it was something rotten. Nightshade. Black blood magic. My Lycan stirred immediately. A low growl rumbled in my throat, and my navy eyes darkened. “Stay back,” I ordered, my guards immediately went still. I stepped out from beneath the awning and into the rain.

Axel’s jaw tightened, his own wolf’s gold dancing in his eyes. “I get it. The bond’s a bitch, it’s got you twisted up worse than a rogue’s fever dream. But we hit him smart. I’ve got scouts on the borders already, tracing any Shadowfang scents. And that servant you grabbed earlier? She’s in the cells now, spilling her guts. Said she saw a shadow in the garden, smelled like nightshade and deceit. Killian’s mark.” Nightshade. The poison he favored, the one that lingered on Teja’s – Evelyn’s – body even then. My stomach twisted again, bile rising. My wolf steered, angry. Goddess… what fresh hell is the bastard planning for me now.