Toothless X Nightshade Novels & Stories

I kissed lower tasted the hollow of her throat, the delicate curve of her collarbone salt and soap and her. She tugged at my hoodie impatiently. I yanked it off over my head. Her nails scraped down my back hard enough to sting and I groaned against her skin, hips jerking forward. I pushed the shirt up and over her head tossed it aside. She was bare underneath perfect flushed skin nipples tight from the cool air. I took one in my mouth, sucked it slowly as my tongue circled the peak. She cried out fingers digging into my hair holding me there. I switched to the other and gave it the same attention until she was writhing and panting.

Zanthe is properly crotchety after all the hard work she’s had to do to burn it out. They’ve layered in combinations of belladonna, nightshade and a whole host of other poisons. Tiny amounts, nothing that will actually kill me, but enough to mess with my system. Some of them have shoved Zanthe back out of reach for a while, like someone slamming a door in my head, and all of them hurt in one way or another. I’m black and blue as well, because alongside the poisoning they’ve also been beating me, breaking fingers, removing toenails.

ELARA * * “Cat got the Mute’s tongue?” I spun but still couldn’t see him. “Show yourself,” I snapped. A low chuckle followed. “Giving me orders? That’s cute.” He stepped out from between the trees. Even in the dark I knew that build. Tall. Broad. Muscular to intimidate. His grey eyes sliced through shadow like they ran on their own power source. Ian Nightshade. The girl-moaning, door-slamming, either-get-in-or-fuck-off Ian Nightshade.

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.

"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.

The snap of a branch too heavy to be that of a small animal. Kade was already on his feet, knife in his hand. He held up a hand...silence. We waited. Five figures emerged from the tree line. Rogues from the wild look in their eyes, the scars covering their exposed skin and the horrible, rotten stench that emanated from them. "Well well." The one in front said, a scarred man with one white eye and jagged yellow teeth. "Look what we have here. Pack wolves in neutral territory. You lost, puppies?"

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.

I just knew I had to get away before he touched me again. The underground air smelled like rust, metal, and damp concrete. My bare feet slapped painfully against the freezing floor, sharp debris cutting into my skin every few steps. Still, I kept going. Something felt wrong. The pain in my cheek hadn’t faded at all. Normally, even with my weak healing, the sting would have started disappearing by now. Instead, it still burned. Raw. Sharp. My chest tightened. Nightshade. That was what Primrose called it. The substance that interfered with healing.