Wolfsbane Novels & Stories

’ Oliver looked up suspiciously at the evil enchantress that lives by the boundary of their pack as he held the small bottle containing a silver-like liquid inside. The evil enchantress beamed at her while laying her palm in front of him. He squinted his eyes one at her one more time before sighing and taking three syringes of wolfs bane on her palm. He watched the enchantress stared at them with fascination before carefully placing them on a container. Wolfs banes are really rare to come by. Ever since the wolves in Wolfpoint took over the government, these items had been banned for usage. But the enchantresses are going crazy about this stuff.

I clung to the hope that she never properly rejected me and therefore was protecting me. Dr Sven had opted to use wolfsbane to curb Blaze’s erratic behaviour but I had refused. Using wolfsbane was toxic to wolves especially if used frequently. I would only ever use it as a last resort on anyone. It’s effects on a wolf were similar to a human using the drug methamphetamine. The high was euphoric but the coming down was painful and debilitating especially after prolonged use. May rouges used it before battle and would often become addicted to wolfsbane afterwards.

“Especially since you know the meaning of it,” Emrys thought for a moment and paled. “Wolfsbane.” A mere whisper but we all heard him clearly. Aconite meant wolfsbane, a perfect last name for a vampire… Lycans enemy named after the one plant that could end any wolf with one drip and a vampire could end a werewolf with one bite of their fangs just as wolves could end vampires with one scratch. “Who are you?” Chelsa whispered with wide eyes, hiding behind her mate who looked ready to shift at any moment.

She giggled in a sinister manner while rubbing her hands together maniacally. "Okay, spill it bitch, what are you waiting for?" Damn! When did I start imitating El's words? She's really an influence on me. "Okay, okay, hold your horses, babygirl. This flower called the wolfsbane maker can be used to create a wolfsbane, but not the usual kind, my dear. This kind I'm talking about helps hide the scent of a wolf or Lycan from being traced by enemies, got it?" El revealed slowly and carefully while gazing into my eyes to know if she had my full attention.

He leans against the table next to me. I hold nothing back. "Wolfsbane." A languid smile stretches across his mouth. "Are you kidding me? I thought you wanted me shut." I shake my head. "You don't get it, do you? Wolfsbane has been extinct for a while now, once injected it mixes with our system and has a reaction double that of flatware, it causes the inside to sting and burn then lesions deeper than a leprosy will be seen outside. That is by far the most torturous death that could befall any wolf. Too many pieces of him are invested now, we don't know his next step."

"They call you the Broker. They say you can get anything, for a price." "They say many things." He stopped in front of me, and I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze. "What is it you think I have that's worth risking neutral territory?" "Wolfsbane. The real kind, not the diluted garden variety. Pure enough to poison a wolf's system, slow their healing, make silver wounds permanent." His smile revealed teeth that were slightly too pointed. "Ambitious. Planning to go to war with Magnus Veyra, are you?"

My chest burned as if fire itself had settled inside my ribs. “Limene!” I screamed into the night, my voice raw and frantic. “You need to fight back! Whatever it is, don’t run fight!” Her growl shook through me, strong but strained. “Something is holding me back!” “What do you mean?” I gasped, panic surging. “It feels… like wolfsbane,” she said, her voice bitter. The word hit me like a slap. “Wolfsbane? What is that?” Her voice throbbed in my head, heavy with anger. “It’s poison to wolves. It weakens us. Burns our strength. Even when you can’t see it, you can feel it.”

The first chapter was about how Wolfsbane was formed, and he read to himself. "Wolfsbane, also known as aconite, is known to suppress natural scents. Used historically to inhibit the scent of wolves. Symptoms of use include..." Damon kept reading. The book mentioned that rogues were the common users of Wolfsbane as they used it to hide their scent from other wolves who hunt them. But why would- A sound made Damon look up. Talia was muttering something in her sleep, her face was scrunched up like she was having a bad dream.

“They said the pills have wolfsbane in them… and they don’t want her to go numb forever.” The room fell quiet, but his words lingered, heavy and unsettling. My eyes drifted upward toward the ceiling, tracing the shadows that swam in the dim light. A chill settled into my chest, spreading slowly, anchoring itself deep within my ribs. Wolfsbane. The word itself seemed to echo with danger. In small amounts, it dulled pain, numbed the nerves, brought temporary stillness. But its relief came with a price. Too much, and it could steal more than pain — it could take everything. For werewolves, it was no simple medicine. It was poison m

Rhayden had put us in a god-damned kill box. As if he had read my mind, Rhayden replied from behind me. “Relax Mars, they are not getting in. Wolfsbane.” Wolfsbane only stopped a lycan for so long. It was near fatal to them in werewolf form, but the human side of them, it was merely an irritant. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Rhayden as he held up a knife. Infused with silver, he grinned and stepped forward. “Your favorite weapon.”