Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

added Amelie. "Wolfsbane is made from a plant, a rare plant that grows from the blood of a sacred werewolf sacrificed thousands of years ago to stop a war between the packs. It appears in the ground where he breathed his last and grows only when there is a perfect full moon in the sky." "A rare plant that grows from the blood of a werewolf, and this plant can be poisonous. It even weakened them earlier... if so, why didn't you use this thing to defeat them from the beginning?"

"Is that it?" "No, the good thing about wolfsbane is that you could always make an antidote regardless of whatever drug it's paired with and I spent all night making one. I call it Antieris and not only will it give me back my memories of that night, I think it might possibly lead us to whoever has the poison—" I folded my arms, still stunned.

"We will render our help but please know that you will be dependent on your strengths." "That's it. We're calling it off." Zeus decided but June was not having it. "I understand." She said to Augusta, eyes firm. June turned to Zeus when she felt Augusta rescind within her. "What is going on?" She asked, "and don't tell me it's off because I will defend my position." A frustrated sound escaped Zeus' lips. "Wolfsbane." He said after some time. "What is that?" "It's a herb that is used to incapacitate or kill a wolf."

Monitoring his breathing. But every time I looked at her face, I saw the same thing. Uncertainty. “How long?” I asked. Mira didn’t look up from grinding something in a mortar. “Hard to say. Wolfsbane doesn’t work like normal poison.” “Explain.” She sighed, setting down her tools. “Normal poison attacks the body. Wolfsbane attacks the wolf essence itself. It severs the connection between human and wolf, disrupts healing, breaks down the bond energy that keeps us alive.”

Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human! His fur flies lightly because of the air. “Zayn ” whispered in disarray to look at Zayn , who was staring at him with blue eyes. Is he taming him now! How fast he is That's why the wolf is so quiet, she didn't ask him about his powers! The power of taming is not with any alpha, or any werewolf! It is a power of magicians only..from where did her companion bring it? "Where did you know my name?"

His instincts were screaming at him, a wild, frenzied alarm that he couldn't ignore. But it wasn't just the Wolfsbane itself that struck terror into his heart. It was what it represented, the profound impact it had on his very nature as an Alpha. For all wolves, Wolfsbane was a repellant, an irritant that could cause discomfort and unease in small amounts. But for an Alpha, the reaction was far more intense.

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

That would make things a whole lot easier… “Wyntor is spelt with a Y…like my last name…and I was born at dawn” she said quietly. “Oh.” Damn. “Okay…so you’ll bear the enemy’s blight…that’s obviously the healing poison thing, and then making the wolves you heal immune to the venom maybe? You’ll bring an end to them if you stay in the light…but if you fall to the darkness, you’ll become the wolfsbane? I wonder what that means…falling to darkness?” She looked at me thoughtfully.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Make sure I didn't die. That's gonna be a hard one, you seem to have a penchant for attracting trouble. I tried untying myself again, feeling my strength returning little by little, but it stung each time I pressed my skin harder into the ropes. Wolfsbane. A plant that when ground into powder was dangerous to wolves. Not lethal but it weakened wolves to the point that they could easily be killed. "Your ropes were dipped in wolfsbane, dear girl. They obviously knew our drugs would wear off eventually. I must say, they attacked well prepared." My hope deflated at hearing my theory confirmed and I asked a question that I later foun