White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

Alaric was gradually getting better. Outside, Lady Amora had a task of her own. Following Caspian's orders, she had a special ointment ready. This ointment, made from wild plants, could cause cold-like symptoms when absorbed through the skin. It had a faint scent, almost unnoticeable, but it was potent.

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.

It smelled faintly of sweet almonds. ‎"This isn't silver," Elena said sharply, her mind racing through her mental index of botanicals. "It's Death’s Nightshade. A rare, engineered biochemical toxin meant to paralyze the cellular regeneration of a royal wolf. If I don't neutralize this in three minutes, his heart will stop completely." ‎The warrior drew his dagger, pressing the cold steel right against Elena’s throat. "If you are lying, Omega, I will rip your throat out myself." ‎Elena didn't even flinch. She looked the terrifying warrior dead in the eye. "If you want him to live, put the knife away and hand me that blue vial on the top shelf. Now!"

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."

“I just accidentally burned it. It’s nothing. Besides, I’ve already put some ointment on it. If you don’t believe me, take a look!” To prove she really had applied it, she hurriedly pulled out the small blue-and-white porcelain bottle, smiling faintly. “This is the Willow’s exclusive formula—the Willow ointment. It’s amazing for burns, scalds, and abrasions.” Leif responded coldly, “Is that so?” After saying that, his hand finally relaxed and he let go of Raina’s wrist. He took out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, then set it down.

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

Mimi continued, "Made with almond, Jojoba, rosewood, and avocado, this hot oil will increase your immunity and circulation as well as create deep relaxation in the body and mind." Both Leander and I needed deep relaxation, after the last few minutes, particularly for our minds. Taking a few deep breaths first, I opened my eyes and watched Gwen lift the top off of the teapot, dip her finger inside, extracting some of the oil and rubbing it on her wrist, checking the temperature. Satisfied with her finding, she nodded to Mimi. Mimi turned to Aidan. He gave her the same nod. Mimi stepped away, returning to stand by Gemma near the preparation tables.

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.