Skyrim Nightshade Novels & Stories

Her body trembled with weakness, her breathing shallow. “My lady,” Lila cooed, her voice gentle, dripping with false sympathy. “I brought your tea... the one to help with your pain.” Seraphine’s lips curled into a weak smile, her hand trembling as she reached for the cup. “Thank you... Lila... You’ve been so kind... I don’t know what I’d do without you...” Lila’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with malice as she watched Seraphine drink deeply, unaware of the slow-acting poison slipping through her veins. It was a rare toxin, extracted from the Nightshade flower—a plant known for weakening even the strongest of wolves.

The Luna was telling Raven about the herbs in the garden, “Right now it’s mating season so we have grown and harvested a lot of Motherwart. Agaricus for calming the beast. Nightshade grows here. Old crane grass here…” Bloodchild signaled to the general to go. He took out one of the vials and handed it to Anika. She took it and nodded. Setting her sights on Raven she launched forward and leapt through the air crashing the potion on top of her head. “Sleep hybrid. We don’t want you here.”

Lara had finally found the hope she was searching for as the Wolf Healer began to tell her about something she was asking for. "There is a plant known as the 'Nightshade Essence," the healer spoke. "It’s the only remedy powerful enough to neutralize the dark magic Lord Draven has woven around your husband's friend. However, it’s not easy to obtain. The plant only blooms under the moonlight, deep within the Forbidden Woods." Lara felt a flicker of hope, but the healer’s grave expression warned her that this quest would not be simple. "What makes it so difficult to acquire?" she asked, curiously seeking an answer.

Healers mixed potions together and tried different drugs on the former Luna’s chest to no avail. Ryder watched them work; it was all he could do. Hope gradually waned within him when Kael, one of the youngest healers, approached him. "Alpha, we’ve found something,” Kael sounded excited yet cautious. “The symptoms your mother is displaying match a sickness from my home pack. It’s caused by a poisonous plant called Nightshade Bloom. Ingestion causes severe weakness, fever and unconsciousness.” Ryder narrowed his eyes. “Nightshade Bloom? How would she have consumed it?”

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

sort of way, then turned to me. "I'll give you a hint... The answer is somewhere stem down." I repeated the hint in my head a few times before I noticed it. He was right! The passage mentioned something about the roots, which brought my attention to the nightshade and ginger plants the question referred to, knowing that I was able to quickly answer the last three questions. "Got it, thanks!" I twisted to face him. "No problem." He made full eye contact with me when he said it, but when he caught Brandon's gaze, a smirk tugged at his lips as he silently scoffed and returned to staring out the window.

Kenny fought through three of Nightshade's guards, his Royal battle leathers splattered with blood, but his eyes burning with purpose as he closed the distance. "The firstborn approaches," the First hissed, its voice like stone grinding against stone. "Nightshade, the blood ritual! NOW!" Nightshade plunged an obsidian dagger into her palm, letting her ancient blood drip onto the altar. The effect was immediate, the vortex expanding, the First pushing further into our world as the eclipse overhead moved ever closer to totality.

Sleep took me first before I could interpret his words, pulling me under into dreams of silver wolves and blood moons and a fate that I didn't know. But what is Nightshade?

"Gee, thanks. Let's go." She reluctantly stood and guided us, making old lady grumbling sounds. But I knew she loved bragging about her mountains. We walked through the meadow, passed a smaller Crystaline Lake, and came up to a lush mountain range. There were violet trees that lined the bottom. "Those are nightshade trees. Do not touch the leaves. They have a deadly neurotoxin that can cause paralysis and even death. Kyo here eats those leaves up like candy. Thus, the reason she's a nightshade dragon. Her flames have nightshade toxin. So, don't piss her off, only I can do that."

he asked, holding it up casually. I shook my head quickly, trying to lean away despite being trapped as he sat opposite me again. “No—Riko—don’t—” He flicked the syringe lightly, watching the liquid settle. “This is Nightshade,” he said. “It’s a potion my uncle made.” I stared at it, my pulse pounding in my ears. “It weakens werewolves,” he continued. “Saps their strength. Makes them… docile.” My stomach twisted as I felt my wolf pull further and further away as if she was also scared. Coward! I need your help! I said to her but she only cowered more, ever since the rejection it was hard to reach her.