Toothless X Nightshade Novels & Stories

“I’m only doing this because you ordered me to.” Nightshade’s smile widened, and he stepped even closer, his shadow falling over me like a dark cloud. He knelt down beside me, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light as he reached out, brushing his fingers against the boy’s cheek. The baby stirred but didn’t wake, too exhausted from his earlier cries to notice the cold touch. “And yet,” Nightshade murmured, his voice low and almost tender, “you’re holding them as though they’re the most precious thing in the world.”

"This is a new weapon from Finn's latest research. He hasn't had a chance to test it yet. You try it first!" Ambrose knew that Finn had been secretly researching new weapons. He had seen this "Nightshade Demon" in the laboratory before. He resolutely got into the water and swam under the shark. Nightshade Demon, sharp as a razor, pierced the shark's body effortlessly. Everyone was stunned when they saw this. Larissa shouted, "Mister, ten o'clock!" Ambrose turned calmly and swung Nightshade Demon in that direction. The blade suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light, cleaving the approaching shark in half.

ELARA Lovey doesn’t even look surprised when I grab her arm and drag her into the center of the pack hall. “What is this,” she cries, struggling. “This,” I say loud enough for everyone, “is what jealousy looks like when it turns ugly.” I throw the vial on the floor. It shatters on the floor with dark liquid spreading out from it. “The healer confirmed it,” I continued. “its called Nightshade and it's from the station you had access to.” The students started murmuring. Lovey shakes her head, as tears spill from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to scare her.”

His sharp, calculating eyes swept across the room, completely ignoring Alpha Bloodwood’s bragging. ‎"Your shaman claims he used an infusion of crushed moon-lily roots," Ethan said, his voice a deep, quiet baritone that made every wolf in the room stiffen with instinctual submission. "But the toxin in my blood was engineered Death’s Nightshade. Moon-lily would have accelerated my cardiac arrest, not cured it." ‎Alpha Bloodwood’s smile froze. He cleared his throat nervously, looking toward his lead shaman, who was sweating profusely at the far end of the table. "Ah, well... our shaman uses a proprietary blend, Your Majesty. A mix of traditional mysticism and—"

It was as if a dormant, highly advanced muscle memory had suddenly taken over her limbs. She looked down at her hands, confused and slightly unnerved by what had just transpired. On the floor, Nimrod was grunting, visibly struggling to push himself back up to his feet, his pride clearly wounded alongside his ribs. Not wanting to stick around for his reaction or give him a chance to call for another round, Seven abruptly turned her back on him. Without saying a word, she hurried out of the ring and made a straight line for the privacy of the shower room.

The only real question was how and when to administer the nightshade, if the legends were true that it did counteract the venom. The moment my children had returned with bundles of wolfsbane and nightshade, I set to work. I selected three wolves and began the process of changing them, giving one my blood mixed with wolfsbane and nightshade, and two my blood mixed only with the nightshade. Come morning, the wolf who had been given both had died, the other’s clinging perilously to life after the change. They needed to feed to complete the process, the nightshade having worked so far to suppress their venom. I decided to feed one the blood from one of my human captives without nightshade, while

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

Then I came across the page about their offspring. Alderhaws’ children were different from other pups. They possess this protective barrier-like chamber once they started maturing. Thus, I confidently slashed my abdomen that way knowing my child won’t be hurt that shallow. The council doctor who reported my fake diagnosis was hypnotized by me to do so. “Thank you,” Zaetron suddenly uttered with his wide genuine smile plastered on his face. I don’t know why but my face again heated up and I quickly moved my head away from him. “I heard Nightshade pack faces a war.” I cleared my voice. “I want to go.”

Few Weeks Later AT NIGHTSHADE PACK The dawn broke over the Nightshade pack's territory, casting a soft, golden light over the sprawling landscape. The aftermath of the battle with the Skyclaw pack still lingered in the air, a mixture of triumph and tension palpable among the pack members. Alpha Cade stood on the balcony of his quarters, surveying the land with a satisfied yet cautious gaze. The previous night’s victory had been hard-fought, but it had finally severed the lingering threat of the Skyclaw clan.

Zee was. "And what makes you so sure I'll be into whatever happens next?" "Oh, you're going to be into this shit, I guarantee." Zee crooked a finger at me, beckoning. "Come here, toots." I leaned forward, wanting to see if he planned on kissing me, when he grabbed me by my neck, cracking the empty wine bottle across the table, the jagged edges pointed at my jugular. The sudden violence shook my Trushul free from my sweater, the silver blessed trident glowing in warning of the demonic as bull-like horns grew from Zee's scalp, his skin dyeing a midnight blue, as a coiled tail snaked around to caress my legs.