Wolf’s Bane Novels & Stories

“Do you know what this is, dear Valerie? I shook my head violently. I wasn’t going to give into him, using that on the Alphas. “The thing is, this is just a normal type of wolf’s bane. But when you mix it with this.” he brought out a bootle from the case. The smirk on his face could not go unnoticed. He opened it and it filled the air. “Haaa!” the smell filled all our nostrils, i haven’t experienced a wolfs bane that concentrated. It filled the whole room in a matter of seconds. He injected the syringe into the bottle and mixed it with the one already in the syringe. That is enough to get any wolf to go crazy.

I click the picture and the description pops up. 'The plant, Aconitum napellus, or Wolfsbane, is the commonly known cure or weapon against the fantastical creatures, known as werewolves. Though this isn't just a mythical plant whose only purpose is to fight those creatures of the night, it also contains many other dark and deadly secrets.' She was poisoned?!

I searched inside me for a pain of my own but aside from freezing my ass off in my naked human form, I didn’t feel anything else. “What’s wrong?” I asked her in worry. “Wolfs bane” she whispered softly. I cursed silently. Yeah, that answers the alive or dead question. If we have wolfs bane in our system, we’re definitely still alive, and are definitely going to suffer and wish for death without getting that wish. Not for a very long time. Wolfs bane is very toxic to the wolf but it does nothing to the human body. It numbs the connection and prevents the wolf from shifting or lending its powers or healing ability to its human host.

No way in the whole wide world would it be happening. Sebastian stopped paying attention to them as he started through the field. They watched him move and, looking at each other, shrugged their shoulders and jumped through. It was a vast field, and no scent could be caught except that of the plant. Wolf's bane is the primary enemy of werewolves, even before you could think of the hunters themselves and their accompanying danger. This plant could not just keep a wolf from healing but, once fully ingested, could kill them in the most painful ways.

he said. “After what happened today, I think it’d be best if I point out a Lycan's weakness.” He added. “An average wolf always stays away from silver because it harms them but silver doesn’t react to we Lycans. Yet, a Lycan’s weakness is a substance called wolfs bane. When taken in large quantity, that is capable of killing any of our kind.” “Can I see how it looks like?” I asked with a light heart. Off course I didn’t want to be thrown in a bowl of wolfs bane but I wanted to see how it looked like.

I refused to. I may have been a captive, but I wasn’t yet a victim, and I wouldn’t let him see me falter while I had a say in the matter. So, despite the reality that my body was on full display, I didn’t flinch. I stood strong as a true luna should. “Wolfsbane,” he answered, plainly – calmly. “I injected it into your system.” “What?! Why would you do that?!” I snapped. Wolfsbane, also known as aconite, was no joke, and it was not something to be administered casually. There was an unwritten agreement amongst the wolf communities that you didn’t use it except in the most extreme circumstances. Many wolf packs had outlawed it altogether.

Varik said. The room went very still. “What kind of traces?” His expression hardened. “Wolfsbane.” The word landed like a blade driven quietly between ribs and for several seconds, I said nothing. Wolfsbane. Not enough to kill a strong Alpha immediately, not in small amounts, but enough to do damage, enough to weaken, to burn through a wolf’s system, to bring down someone already vulnerable. And Lena had eaten a full dessert laced with it. I straightened slowly. “How much?”

He certainly looks like he wants to—his jawline is hard. Yet, oddly, beneath the thinly veiled threat, it feels almost as if Blake is trying to give me a piece of advice. His eyes are glinting as if he’s challenging me to find the answer. I think back to that book again. There was an experiment that declared a substance that affected a wolf’s ability to heal, and, in large doses, was deadly. Dread fills me. “Wolfsbane,” I say. “Good girl,” says Blake.

he said. “Who is we?” I asked and there was not reply. “Get me the wolves’ bane Kairos” I said and the rogue’s face paled. Wolves’ bane had a negative effect on all wolves alike but it was more dangerous to the rogues and painful. Because they were cursed by the moon goodness already, their wolves had no ability to fight its effects. “I will inject a dosage of wolves’ bane into you bit by bit and drag out your pain and agony” I said meaning every single word.

There was a scent that was fading, but it was a stench that made my wolf growl. “Wolfbane”, the idea occurred to me. This was a word that was only whispered in my days in the kitchen as a maid in the Moonfall pack. It was gotten from a particular area deep in the forest that was forbidden to go to as it was deemed very potent and affected wolves severely.