Toothless X Nightshade Novels & Stories

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”

He bit into her neck deeply; I saw his hands scratching at her chest while biting further. I screamed as blood filled his mouth and ran down her neck. She screamed and tried fighting him off to no ability. She hit him and he grabbed her arm throwing it aggressively. The sound of shattering bones filling the room with her screams that started to die as well. I felt like I couldn’t look away, the dark one bit harder and ripped her throat out. I screamed louder in terror. Everything that was rushing back into my mind was the grizzly scene from my parents death.

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

he asked, a low growl escaping him. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Everywhere,” I breathed, desperation making me throw all pride to the wind. “I want you to touch me everywhere, please,” tears of frustration building at the corners of my eyes. A collective groan echoed through the shower as the brothers’ hands moved to obey my pleading command. Draegan’s fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head. I gasped, my hips jerking forward, seeking more friction. Colt’s hands moved to my chest, pinching and rolling my nipples. He lowered his head to the crook of my neck and bit down lightly, sinking his teeth into the tender f

TAWNY “Come on, open your eyes.” I try to encourage Mason, gently squeezing his hand. The healers have removed as much Nightshade from his bloodstream as they could. Drained his blood then gave him more. Mason should have healed by now, but the dirty fighters had used silver-coated blades dipped in the venomous poison. They had stabbed Mason so deeply and multiple times that his body was having a hard time stitching itself back together. An indication that his feline was not present to help heal him. Not a good sign at all.

"Katherine sent this? She was trying to be nice after what happened at dinner. She told my mother she felt terrible about her clumsiness." "She isn't clumsy, Duncan, and she isn't nice," Amora said, stepping closer to the counter until she was inches away from him. She refused to back down. "That tin is packed with Black-Root Nightshade. It is masked with heavy lavender to hide the bitter smell. If Remus drank that, his wolf would have been paralyzed for a week. If I drank it, your precious asset upstairs would be dead by tomorrow morning." Duncan’s entire body went rigid. A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the kitchen. Remus looked between the two of them, his face turning completely pa

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

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

Werewolves of this pack were strong, vicious and ruthless but the alpha and his family had an added advantage. They were immune to wolfsbane. If Alpha Ezra, Tristan's father, was a regular werewolf, I would have poisoned him with wolfsbane and callrf it a day. But his damn immunity complicated everything. Daniel let out an exasperated puff of air. "The poison fang's Alpha family is vulnerable to Nightshade" BINGO! "Nightshade, the Night shade, the common house plant? No wonder it isn't common around here but I think I have seen a maid with it."

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi