White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

"I saw them through the window. Something about the way Selene was watching made my instincts scream." "I didn't do anything!" Selene backed against the counter. "I made tea. That's all. The same chamomile I drink every morning from the same container we've had for months." Dorian moved to the cabinet and pulled out the chamomile tin. He opened it, sniffed carefully. "Smells normal." He looked at Soren. "Could be in the honey or the water or it could be nothing." Soren's face went gray as he stared at his test strip. "Oleander glycosides. Enough to cause cardiac arrest in fifteen to twenty minutes." He looked at me with haunted eyes. "If you'd drunk even half that cup, you'd be dying right n

Alpha Max’s POV She wanted him, no one else, just him. As Eileen pulls me away into the next room; leaving Charlie and Alpha Zach alone, she tells us what she had done to save Charlie. The liquid she had forced down Charlie’s throat was an antidote and not just any antidote, the only one in existence for oleander. “How is that even possible?” It sounded to much of an exaggeration “I am the only one capable of making it. We grow oleander, we had to make sure someone knew how to reverse the effects”

“She said it was made of oleander.” He picked it up, sneering at the vial and handing it to Chasel, “Have it tested to be sure, and take her to the dungeons to await sentencing.” She wailed in panic, “No! Your Majesty, please! Think of my mistress! Think of her!” The guards hauled her onto her feet and dragged her out of the room as Adolph turned over her testimony. He’d use this against Gavin in the coming days, but there was something else troubling. Oleander was much easier to get than wolfsbane, and where had Laurel’s actual bol gone?

Aloe vera base, with concentrated oleander extract and other substances that Luka, unknowingly, helped me research during our conversations about “chemistry.” I apply a thin layer to my hands. Then to my neck. My face. The areas my father usually touches when he pretends to be affectionate. The lotion is odorless, absorbs quickly, leaves no trace. The symptoms will appear slowly: weakness, nausea, heart problems that will look like the result of age and stress. I’m going to kill my father little by little. Just like he killed me little by little for years. When I’m done, I hide the bottle again. I put on simple clothes — jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that covers the marks. I go down to the

Roland glanced at Octavio and said, "Octavio is the senior brother of the divine healer Roderick, there shouldn't be any problem." Yasmine always felt that things were not so simple. After all, the fact that the other party could issue a challenge letter indicated that they had made sufficient preparations. But we still need to observe before making any conclusions. She lifted up Layne's T-shirt, unscrewed the lid of the ointment, and a delicate fragrance wafted out, refreshing the senses. Yasmine found this taste very familiar, and at that moment, the prescription flashed through her mind. She said, "Some rare herbs such as baicalin, borneol, poppy shell, and snow lotus."

“Isn’t your baby mama getting close?” “What do I care? I want Amanda to be okay,” I tell them. We sit in silence. “Oleander,” Dr. Lee tells us. “She was poisoned with Oleander. Venus is cut off and her human side couldn’t withstand giving birth to an Alpha.” “Dr. Lee did you save her?” Apollo chokes out. “She is critical condition. We are cleaning her blood now. I had to remove her uterus to stop the bleeding. We are trying to find out how the Oleander was introduced,” Dr. Lee looks up as all the nurse who helped with the delivery are lined up against the wall.

She connected the line and stepped aside as the clear liquid snaked through the tube. The multiple bags swayed gently from the metal stand. Casting shadows over Ember’s pale, immobile face, shadows not unlike the ones darkening the faces of the people standing around her bed. Kaya sniffled, leaning into Stella’s side, both of them watching in rigid silence. The healer, an elderly woman with silver strands braided through her hair and small glass vials clinking from the cords tied around her waist, stepped forward. She popped open the lid of a thick green paste, calendula infused with fresh plantain leaf, something she’d called marigreen. The scent was sharp and earthy.

“Why do I feel like I am trying to strike air?” “Because that is exactly what you are doing…” “Sorry?” My eyebrows bunched together in confusion and I gaped at Oleander. “How is that possible? I can clearly see the wall in front of me.” Oleander pressed her palms against what looked like the wall, her lips curving in a half smile. “There seems to be a visual barrier here.” Her lips trembled in a quiet spell. There was a soft flash of blue light and the next moment, a large oak door came into view.

THE HATE WE SECRETLY GIVE. Allison strolled into the forest. The fogs were less visible. She sniffed the air as she will always do. She glanced around, trying to find Oleander. Oleander is poisonous to humans, but never to a wolf. They tend to forget what it can do for a werewolf. She saw all the other poisonous herbs her father would always say. She plucked to her satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, something shook the trees - Hastily, she looked at the trees going from right to left until they stopped.

“Oleander is extremely poisonous. A human or animal that consumes its flower, root, leaf, or seed might die from poisoning.” Stella widened her eyes in surprise. “That bad?” She thought that the oleander’s poison would cause an allergy or something at most, but little did she expect that it was actually so toxic. Zeta nodded. “It’s no joke. The entire oleander plant is poisonous. If you accidentally break the branches and touch the sap, for instance, it will paralyze your skin. Burning the branches, on the other hand, produces toxic gases…”