Toothless X Nightshade Novels & Stories

"I’m a botanist! I smell like dirt and tea leaves!" "You smell like Luna Silva," Francis corrected, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He stopped just inches from the counter, towering over Noah. The golden glow in his eyes was slowly receding, leaving behind a dark, tempestuous amber. "It’s on your hands. It’s in your clothes. It’s soaked into the floorboards of this place." Noah’s defensive posture faltered for a fraction of a second. "Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless."

I asked firmly this time and I could see him run his hands through his head. Werewolves of this pack were strong, vicious and ruthless. Diego let out an exasperated puff of air. "The mate is pregnant and nightshades kill pregnant mates" 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." "Yes because other people who aren't pregnant use it ." This makes so much sense and I am sure if I can get hold of the plant,

He was an experienced pack doctor. He carefully inquired about Hailey's situation and picked up the glass to smell it. "It was Nightshade Weed," Ike turned back and said with a serious tone. Nightshade Weed was a poisonous plant commonly found in the Shadow Forest. Though not lethal, it could temporarily paralyze the werewolves' wolfish nature, rendering them unable to shift. I turned to look at Matt and the others. My anger affected my wolf. As Derek released its roaring oppression, I saw fear and unease in their eyes.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

My body was drained, hollowed out, like I’d been scraped raw from the inside. But I wasn’t dead. I should have been. Someone wanted me gone. Not just rejected but erased. The thought churned deeper than the poison ever had. “You’re lucky,” the healer muttered, pressing another cold cloth to my forehead. Her hands were practiced, firm, but her eyes barely met mine. “It was nightshade. Slow-acting, but lethal in the right dose. If the bond hadn’t amplified your senses…” She didn’t finish. She didn’t have to.

He exclaimed when he saw how bad the injury was. He swiped at the blood on the exposed dagger and took a lick. If it weren't for the enormity of what was happening, he would have gotten many disgusted responses for doing that but in this kind of situation, no one had the gall to criticize him. "Oh shit," He exclaimed again, "It's nightshade and wolfsbane." My blood ran cold in an instant. Wolfsbane, on its own, was a toxic wolf repellent, but its combination with nightshade was simply deadly; no one could survive it.

"Focus, old man." Strauss ignored him, pressing a withered hand to Mara’s forehead. She shuddered at his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The healer’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, then recoiled. "Nightshade," he hissed. "Concentrated. Someone wanted her dead slowly." The room tilted. Nightshade wasn’t just poison—it was agony. A creeping, insidious thing that burned through halfling blood like battery acid on steroids.

a girl shrieked, seeming as if she were happy, which I clearly knew she was not. “And here I thought the faggot was mute, only to realize he isn't. Wow, what other surprises do you have in store for us?” the all-time bully, Mike, asked sarcastically while loudly tapping away on his table. Students laughed at his remark, but Shirley behind me seemed to be 'blushing' in anger. I scoffed as quietly as I could. 'Oh, only if you knew,' I said to myself, not daring to say it aloud. No one in school, except Shirley, had seen my bare face. I was always wearing hoodies that covered me properly.

The ground trembled beneath our feet. The burly intruder smirked. "The reckoning has begun, Hazel. Nightshade's revenge is unstoppable." I rushed to the tower's entrance, the intruders momentarily forgotten. The distant roar grew louder, and the ground continued to shake. As I emerged from the tower, the sight before me was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. A massive creature, its fur as dark as the night, emerged from the depths of the forest. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural intensity, and a sense of dread settled over me. The Nightshade pack had unleashed something beyond my expectations.