Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

Would he rather her feel each wolfsbane lash she received? Wolfspain was a pill mixed with wolfsbane and a few different pain relieving and mood enhancing herbs. The wolfsbane was in diluted time releasing doses to keep a werewolf weak enough to feel it's effect for hours, sometimes days, and the herbs both relaxed and enhanced one's mood. It was the perfect concoction for our kind to either feel no pain or enhance our sexual experiences.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

"No, little omega. Wolfsbane is for wolves." He reached out and touched the top of my head. Like I was a pet. "That was for gods."

’ The Moon Goddess hummed, ‘Yes, that is true, but do you recall what you learnt on your first day of science class in Silver Divinity High? My nose scrunched in confusion. That was months ago, but I thought back long and hard to recall what my teacher had once said… Wolfsbane is the most toxic substance for werewolves. Small doses can be used to weaken us, similar to a tranquilliser, but with our rapid healing speed, we can endure a small dose, or a light brush against the natural plant, once in a while. However, with enough doses over an extended time span or a high concentration all at once, it can be lethal…

Even in human form, he was still feral. Frowning, I leaned closer and inhaled deeply. There, beneath the scent of sweat and saliva, I could smell it: something herbal. I recognized that scent. I snapped my gaze up to meet my brother’s startled eyes, and knew he had picked up the scent, too. “Wolfsbane,” Damon breathed. My heart skipped a beat. Wolfsbane grew wild in certain parts of the Northern River Basin—it didn’t grow anywhere else in the region. In small doses, it could enhance a wolf’s senses. In larger doses, it drove them feral.

I whispered, closing my eyes briefly as tears of relief welled up. But then his expression turned serious. “Lily, you were exposed to Wolfsbane,” he said. I frowned, confused. “Wolfsbane? What’s that?” The doctor sat down in the chair Mer had vacated and explained, “Wolfsbane is a plant that’s highly poisonous to werewolves. Even the smallest amount can be deadly if ingested or absorbed into the skin.” My eyes widened. “But… I’m human,” I said, trying to piece everything together.

“He wants us to meet him.” “I heard” Rygan cut off with a grunt, and I knew that Rygan did not trust him after what had been done. “I don’t think we should go; he put you and Ethan’s lives at harm; El is still sick; that poison in his system; that look in his eyes; it has to be wolfsbane and just random. I stiffened from his words. Wolfsbane was sure to all be burned and extinct from the wolf realm; it was more deadly than its predecessor, Vardnom, whose second name is known as the'mad drug'. I felt cold terror fill my veins.

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?”

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

The Wolfsbane hissed and bubbled against his palms, charring his flesh, but he didn't even flinch. He smiled, and it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. "Wolfsbane has no effect on me, I am more than a wolf," he whispered. A wave of pure, concentrated obsidian energy erupted from his chest. It wasn't a blast, instead it was like a pulse. The seasoned hunters froze mid stride as their silver masks began to crack. The Wolfsbane on the chains turned to ash in an instant, the poison neutralized by a darkness far more powerful.