White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

Pierce examined the faces with utmost caution and observed each micro-expression. Eleanor's eyes went wide, her mouth forming a perfect O shape of disbelief. Harold's jaw shifted as if he had a bitter pill to swallow. "Poison?" Harold's voice cracked. "That's. That's impossible. How could Rosa be poisoned?" "That's what we want to know." It came to them in the form of Pierce walking up to them with hands clasped behind him to conceal the shaking. "The doctors discovered traces of oleander in her system. Interesting choice. You know oleander causes miscarriage?"

Betsy asked, applying some sweet-smelling ointment on Emberlynn's skin. "I'm fine, and what's that oil?" she asked, watching as the brunette brought out variety from the chest while Betsy massaged her skin. "It's the Oakheart Elixir, and it's to ensure fertility, longevity, and many more beautiful things. But that's the most essential. It's a natural oil that's extracted from the acorns of the oak tree, particularly from the ancient oak grove deep within the sacred forest. Yes, the oak tree is a sacred forest, and we werewolves' lives are tied to it; that's why it surrounds us." she explained.

As I move towards the kitchen I stop in my tracks when I find Saint's bare inked back facing me. One thing that caught my eyes is the big tiger inked onto his back, the tiger's face has a scar slashing across its face, like claws. Trees in the background show casting its environment as the Oleander flowers are spotted in the hidden trees. It's beautiful yet also terrifying. What intrigued me the most are the Oleander flowers, they are so toxic that humans don't even have to digest them to experience symptoms of poison. Just being an inch close to the plant can kill you.

Oleander regarded her daughter with a weary look, which was tainted with another emotion that Genève could not figure out. “Yes, I will assist you, darling. In fact, I have a whole jar of amber in my room I will get it. You are right–it is time to settle this for the last time.” Oleander went into her room and began rifling through her herbs. She found one with a pinch of powder in it. Shaking her head, she picked up a second container. It was almost half full. She dumped the second one into the first and happily walked into the kitchen, shaking the spice as she passed.

Christian asked in worry, making Xandar’s grip on Lucianne’s waist tighten. Lucianne put part of their worry to rest when she explained, “No, it’ll probably be a substance that’s harmful to vampires. No wolf or lycan has ever stepped foot into this forest before today, so I doubt precautions are being taken against us.” ‘Smart,’ Greg thought. He was beginning to worry at the mention of Oleander as well. Octavia looked at Pellethia and thought aloud, “Substance harmful to vampires. It’s just beta-keratin at a very high concentration and…allicin.”

The subject line is simple: Chemical Analysis – Exhibit “Ring (Isabella Godfrey)” My hand doesn’t shake—but my throat goes painfully dry as I open it. Metal Composition: Platinum, 18k Gold (outer petals). Base Metal (inner band): Contaminated with trace amounts of Aconitum napellus alkaloids and Oleander derivative. I blink once. Then twice. Aconitum. Oleander. Aconite is called wolfsbane for a reason. One drop on the skin is enough to numb your fingers. Ingesting even trace amounts can stop the heart. And Oleander—used throughout history as a convenient “natural” way to remove problems.

“The symptoms match the earlier strain but slower, more insidious. Cassandra’s medicine is helping stabilize her, but we need something targeted.” Elara forced her eyes open, her healer’s instincts cutting through the haze. “Willow bark… and the blue-root tincture,” she rasped. “Double the dose of cleansing petals. It will… bind the toxin.” Her voice was weak, but the words carried the quiet authority of someone who had saved countless lives in the Healing House. Mira nodded and adjusted the mixture. Malinda paced near the door, her face pale and eyes red from unshed tears. “This has to stop. Whoever is doing this keeps getting closer.”

Castor, though, always has a use in my pack. Oleander holds me from behind, as his hand fondled my breast, Castor lowers his body and puts his face in between my legs. Oleander was taking care of my upper body, licking my nape, touching every sensitive area, while Castor pulls down my underwear, his tongue always able to put some melody into my body, and how I love to see his face from above. That handsome face adores me so much, he will do anything for me, my forever love slave.

She was terrified when she saw several people watching her, especially they all looked like they were in a group of masher men. "Don't worry, I will protect you!" whispered Eric right in Reya's ear who felt goosebumps at this. Reya nodded her head, she didn't understand what the four of them would do in here. She thought he had just come to sit down to look at his three friends, but he was wrong, Lilo ordered several kinds of bottles of alcohol to decorate their empty table. Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, and Brandy, which of these four alcohols have fairly high alcohol content.

The man disappeared before the mother turned around. Gasps rippled through the crowd. "That spray," Morgana continued coldly, "was a concentrated dose of oleander extract. Highly toxic. Especially to infants. The baby died thirty-six hours later of what doctors called 'sudden respiratory failure.' But it wasn't sudden. It was murder." Elena's face had gone white. "That's, you can't prove..."