White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

He studied the root in my palm—knobby, unremarkable, like a pale carrot with too many whiskers. He cocked his head. “That’s it? We nearly drowned for… a vegetable?” I brushed the last crumbs of soil from its surface with reverent care. “It looks ordinary. But inside it carries one of the strongest healing essences known to our kind. It can draw wolfsbane residue out of the bloodstream, neutralize low-level exposure, even slow organ damage if caught early enough. This could buy the Dowager months. Maybe more.” Kaelen watched my fingers move over the root—gentle, almost tender. His expression softened.

He shuffled to a cluttered table and lifted a small white container, its glass belly glowing faintly green. “One drop of this,” he whispered, almost reverently, “and the victim becomes a vegetable. I used castor plants, oleander, snakeroot, the deadliest of nature’s children. And I bound them with magic.” His voice broke into an unhinged laugh. “Only one with true power and formidable magic could ever detect the poison. To all others—even the finest physicians, it will appear as nothing. No cure. No remedy. Only decline. Days, weeks, months, years, your victim will waste away as long as you wish.” He clutched the vial close, pride gleaming in his eyes, as if it were a holy relic.

"Momma Blackwood, do we have the Iron Root?" "Found it, dear," Elana’s voice drifted out, followed by the sound of glass clinking. She emerged holding a large mason jar filled with gnarled, dark brown roots that looked like petrified fingers. "It’s been drying since last autumn. It should be potent." "Perfect," Leela said, taking the heavy jar and clutching it to her chest. "Now I just need the Jasmine. I have the dried moon-blooms stored in the apothecary cabinet in the greenhouse."

The little blue-and-white porcelain bottle was unmarked; when he opened the lid, a faint, pleasant cool fragrance drifted out. The Willows’ exclusive Willow ointment was priceless and extremely rare—a genuine top-tier medicinal balm. Thud— That rare, precious ointment was tossed straight into the trash by Leif. Raina: “???” Leif calmly said, “It’s a third-rate product, useless. I’ve already sent someone to get proper medicine. As for this hand…” Raina quietly pulled her hand back and said, “This hand is mine.” Leif: “...”

I sniffed the air around it but couldn't get a scent from it to find out what it was. "Take it to the Doctor, get him to test the substance. It can't have been Silver or Wolfsbane or she would have fought back." "If it was Oleander..." "Tell him I want the results in the next ten minutes," I shouted after the warrior. "It looks like she was drugged and then he had a portal open," Yasmin told me as she looked at a slight scorch mark on the floor. "This is left after a portal used with black magic."

"This traditionally extracted essential oil is 100% pure evening primrose, designed to preserve the flower's potency. It's a hundred times more concentrated than the flower's natural pollen. "You said you're allergic to evening primrose pollen, and that even a little contact makes your skin break out everywhere. So, why is your skin perfectly fine when you use this high-purity oil every single day?" Ethan roared. Ella's eyes suddenly widened, and her face turned deathly pale, as if she had just heard terrible news. Her whole body trembled and shook uncontrollably. "So, from the very beginning, you were lying. You plotted against Ivy, deceived me, and deceived Marcus too. You took advantage o

Layla The hot water embraced me, scented with the soothing fragrance of essential oils and the delicate perfume of flowers. I sank deeper into the porcelain tub, the warmth leaching the tension from my muscles. A faint, earthy aroma lingered. It was a result of my recent "experiments." What were initially meant to be potent, nefarious concoctions and some failed poisons, in truth, had surprisingly yielded beneficial, if unintended, results. These experimental oils, though useless for my original dark purpose, were remarkably good at keeping my skin soft, hydrated, and deeply moisturized.

Dyllen took the opportunity to get an eyeful of his omega in his shirt, the fabric dwarfing his frame and reaching to his knees. A hint of pink appeared on his omega’s cheeks once he noticed Dyllen’s intense stare but he didn’t seem to mind in the least. “Krene oil,” he said by way of explanation, holding up the small jar before he climbed back onto the bed. “It’s a pain to make but it’s great for massages, bruises, skin irritations, and the like. It’s called Abastor Oil back in Aldea and the herbs used in each area are all different.”

“Woah.. “ was all she can say in his introduction. He, then, put creases in another. A flower plunged down. “This is Oleander, known for its striking flowers. All parts of it are deadly, they contain lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine.” He brought another plant down. “This is extremely deadly, Ricinus Communis a.k.a Castor Oil Plant. Their seeds is very dangerous if you ate their seeds you’ll feel a burning sensation in your mouth and throat. If it’s not treated you could die within 3-5 days,” he explained then the plant goes back to its place.

Jaxon “What the fuck is Oleander?” I demand as Blue’s body goes limp. Her pupils were like saucers as she stares at nothing. “It’s worse than wolfsbane.” Ryan mutters. “It’s a slow poison. You need to take her to the nearest human hospital. It’s not the death of her wolf you need to worry about. If she dies, it won’t matter about her wolf.” My mother’s gaze falls on me. “Take her Jaxon. We will catch up. I need to make sure Mr Blake won’t be going anywhere.”