White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

The sudden movement distracted me, and I looked up just in time to see Rita empty my purse all over the ground. “Look!” she gasped. “This vial says oleander on it!” I furrowed my brows, my brain a little slow with most of it still focusing on my patient, but I knew I didn’t have any oleander. Why would I? It was highly toxic, there was no good reason to— Oh. Oleander could only be found in one place in Lunaris, and that was near the Harp House. Moonshadow was the only pack that knew how to use it medicinally. It was the perfect poison to frame me with.

Elysia, The distinct bitterness of oleander still lingered in my mouth, coating my senses with its deadly essence. It was the second poison I had recognized, almost immediately after the first. Oleander was ruthless—it weakened the heart, slowly breaking down its strength until it faltered completely. Heart attacks, heart failure, an excruciating end that left no room for recovery. Yet, I was still here.

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.”

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..."