Novel & Cerita Toothless X Nightshade

He leans closer, his voice lowering. “I have someone on the inside,” he reveals. “A loyal little asset within the palace who has been adding… small doses of nightshade into your food.” My blood runs cold. The deadly nightshade, poisonous enough to cause hallucinations and death. “Just enough,” he continues, almost thoughtfully, “to weaken you over time. To keep you in check. To remind you that power… is never truly yours.” Rage flares inside me, but it is quickly overshadowed by the throbbing pain still pulsing through my skull.

The first one made a strange sound before it spoke swiftly to Vaughan now, he almost didn't catch every word, “pointy-horn will help your friend! So you shouldn't worry! The name's Nightshade. And that's Dewdrop. She's a mistcontroller! I'm assuming you know what that is! Oh, human, right? Do you know what that is? It's one of us who can do that!” “I... uh,” Vaughan hesitated, “heard about you a little from an Enerawyn named Lynnette.” He tried to not move much as Nightshade made no attempt to leave his nose, which made Vaughan a little cross-eyed. Not that he could make out any details about the Fae even now that it was this close to his face. “Oh! Lynnette of Clan Starsong? Does your frie

“Brown Doe, are you okay?” My eyes hurt as I try to force them open, my head is spinning from constantly trying to stir from my deep sleep. His voice resonates in my head and I relax my nerves, my eyes open slowly. The environment is blurry at first but it soon clears, Zane’s worried face stares back at me. “W… what happened?” I stammer. “You were poisoned by the nightshade thorn,” he replies. “Nightshade…?”

The door creaked open, revealing the beta, Kass. “Alpha Gabriel” Kass greeted respectfully, entering the room and shutting the door behind him. Kass is the strongest werewolf after me, making him my right-hand man and the pack’s Beta after the death of our parents. Physically, Kass is like the genie in Aladdin… Strongly built with large arms, strong arms and a serious face but a bit playful. Kass and I have been friends since childhood even though he’s two years younger than I am, not that I mind though. We didn’t fight a lot growing up, we mostly agreed on almost every single thing but Kass is a really serious person, not really though. He’s the type that’s serious when he should and is pla

"How could Aliya capture Gustavo Gotze? And if a Switzer is guarding him, how would she subdue him?" "Nightshade," Kaye whispered. "You have some, don't you?" "Yes." Stephan rubbed at a knot of tension in his neck. "In my safe. How did you know about it?" "I used some once. Not yours, of course. But you could let Aliya use it." "What is nightshade?" Aliya asked. "A poison for vampires," Kaye explained. "You prick the vampire with a dart, and the poison goes into his bloodstream and paralyzes him. He's still conscious, but unable to move."

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

“A boy died in front of me because I didn't know which crop to burn.” “He died because he failed to kill you,” I corrected. That night, sleep evaded her. I felt it through the bond as I paced the war chamber. She stood at her basin, scrubbing her hands again and again though no blood touched them. The images replayed in her mind—poisoned wine, the girl’s sobs, my face when I gave the order. Her distress clawed at me, feeding my storm. **** “The venom is Nightshade-root, prepared through a science chemical process,” Beta Thorne said, dropping an iron vial onto the war room table.

I felt the heat from the fire burrow into my fur and tantalise the twisted reminders of the last time I met his flames. “Relax, it was a bet!" Nightshade stepped forward when Torch’s hands began bleeding too much to continue. "What the hell were you guys betting on?" I snapped to Nightshade. “That you guys would cry like babies” Concussion taunted “I bet you would faint too." "I bet either one of you would attack us before we shot" Nightshade smirked “obviously not.” “I should get extra because Stripes pissed himself" Concussion spoke up. "We'll sort it out in the truck” Nightshade snapped back.

I roared, the sound vibrating the very masonry of the room. Hestia looked up, her wrinkled hands soaked to the wrists in red. She didn't flinch at my rage. "The wound is deep, Rhys, but it’s not just the steel. The blade was coated in a refined distillate of Nightshade and Silver-dust." My blood turned to ice. That combination didn't just kill; it prevented a wolf’s natural clotting. It turned a minor wound into an endless fountain.

"It tastes... weird, Mom. Like it's gone bad." I blinked in surprise, frowned, and sniffed at the food in his plate. A peculiar scent wafted into my nose and I frowned. I knew that smell. It was Nightshade - this absolutely crazy concoction that did little to nothing against full grown werewolves but was quite potent against little children. I glanced around the room, and there, across the hall, sat Donna, a small smile playing on her lips. I would bet everything I had that she had something to do with this.