Romans & histoires Toothless X Nightshade

“And if you stall me, they’ll be the least of your problems.” “Threats already?” she chuckled, but it was dry. “I had almost forgotten your charm.” She turned, reaching for the shelves that climbed the wall behind her. Her fingers, gnarled but steady, skimmed over jars and tins, bottles sealed with wax, bundles of herbs dried to dust. “Nightshade it is” she said, pulling down a black-glass jar. “One wrong breath and it paralyzes the lungs. One pinch too much, and the heart stops cold. You’re welcome”

That match, they had been off, slower and disoriented. “They never stood a chance,” he finished. My throat went dry as I shook my head, I couldn't have him inject that into me.. “But that’s not the interesting part,” he continued, leaning closer again as he reached for my thighs, and I shivered at his touch, my cheeks flaming red. My heart pounded harder, my body instinctively trying to pull away but I couldn't. “You see…” His voice dropped slightly. “When Nightshade is used on she-wolves…”

He seemed to be a friendly guy who was teasing me, ignoring the fact that I was not his equivalent. “As a Lycan, your body recovered pretty quickly from the nightshade effects.” The doctor said examining his arm, “Nightshade is a life threat for your type.” He started pulling some blood into his syringe, “There are no purple traces in the blood, so you are out of danger for the time being.” “My mom was a werewolf so yes. Nightshade isn’t as deadly for me.” Alex said examining his arm. He was seated on the other chair beside the study table and the short-heighted doctor was standing there, still looking tiny in front of the brooding man.

Nightshade. "Nightshade," I murmured, my heart pounding as the realization hit me. "He's using Nightshade on her." Thorin rose from the bed, his expression darkening. "If Boris is using nightshade on Wilhelmina and Severa..." "then it's clear he is trying to have his way with both of them," I finished for him, teeth grinding together. "We need to stop this." I felt a spike of anger. "We can't let him get away with this," Thorin gritted out, his fists clenching at his sides.

Rex tries to reassure her as she continues to blame herself. “What did you mean that he wasn’t playing around? Where would Nate have even found it?” “Deadly Nightshade is a poison that can be harmful to many creatures. There are only a few who can consume it without serious consequences. The man that stabbed you, ensured it would latch on to your organs. He wanted you dead. As to where he came in to possession? I do not know."

He was laughing, laughing hard with one of his friends, moving like a man who had absolutely nothing wrong with him. “You have got to be kidding me,” I whispered, clenching my fists. All that planning, all that research… and the most I had done was give him a two second stomachache. **** I slammed the door to my room later, pacing the floor like I was a caged animal. “How the fuck!?” I yelled, grabbing my laptop and pulling up every single article I had saved. Nightshade is lethal to werewolves in sufficient quantity. Even a small dose will induce weakness. Over and over, the same claim.

"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.

His lynx sighed mentally, "I wish I had time to explain it all, but let's focus on this for now." "Those wolves tried to knock you down with wolfsbane, but it's a dud on me; nightshade is the real troublemaker," his lynx spilled the beans. John, interest piqued, couldn't wrap his mind around wolfbane and nightshade. Were those actual herbs? Plants? Flowers? Or was his lynx just making up names? His lynx huffed in frustration, "I'll give you the lowdown later. Right now, time's not on our side."

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.”