Wolfsbane Werewolves Novels & Stories

“She’s still under your little spell, Mother. Loyal. Gullible. She’ll do anything I say. And you, I’m sure, can get your hands on a little... yellow wolfsbane.” Nora’s eyes light up. Conan steps back, shaking his head. “Yellow wolfsbane? Are you insane?” he snaps. “That’s banned under the Accords. It’s the most dangerous poison known to werewolves—lethal in even the smallest dose. Its use is punishable by death!”

“Yea, but first, how did Maximo put you to sleep? Is that even possible?” “Maximo?” “The weird werewolf that saved us from the white wolf,” I quickly explained, “I’ll circle back to him. But how’s that possible? I thought werewolves are invincible.” Nessa laughed. “Nothing’s invincible, Lisa. Some things are just harder to harm or kill than others. For werewolves, wolfsbane is the most potent weapon.” “Wolfsbane? What’s that?” I asked “It’s a plant,” she replied, “nature’s way of keeping us in check. It’s more potent in plant form, but loses most of its power when it’s liquefied. Maximo must have slipped liquefied wolfsbane into your drink or something.”

Cara, my wolf, said "What is wolfsbane?" I asked "It is something that weakens someone's wolf. If you were a normal wolf, I wouldn't even be able to talk to you, but since you are a Red Wolf, I can. The wolfsbane is wearing off faster than for normal wolfs. I should be able to shift and contact Gwen's wolf soon," Cara said "How can you contact Gwen's wolf?" I asked "We are fully Mated, Little Human. I always talk to her wolf. Though I have been mad at her because of Gwen siding with her dad. Anya has been trying to talk sense into her human. I hope Gwen finally figured out Gary is up to no good," Cara said

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?"

It's the kind where there's no going back. Werewolves who use silver never stop because they are never the same again. And then, there's wolfsbane. Does practically the same thing. It'll suppress everything animalistic about you, you won't even experience heat, or cravings to see the full moon. Infact I've heard that she-wolves who use wolfsbane to suppress their wolves, see their period just like normal she-wolves. It's like it erases the existence of your wolf, but just like silver, it only suppresses not erase. But the conditions of wolfsbane was more deadly than silver. Just like silver, there's no going back and when you stop, you'll suffer withdrawal symptoms as well.

My frustration at everything evaporated, replaced by only by fear of what the future would look like for me. “Are you familiar with what wolfsbane does to us?” I narrowed my eyes, not wanting to beat around the bush. “It makes us weaker, right?” “While yes, that’s true. It’s not scientifically correct. We, as werewolves, have a special protein in our system. That protein resides specifically in our muscles. It’s what gives us heightened senses, makes us stronger and faster. It’s our genes that produce this protein. That’s a cliff-notes version of it, but wolfsbane attacks that specific protein. It attacks our muscles that the protein lives in.”

Vampires and werewolves had always been locked in a perpetual state of war. While vampire venom was lethal to some werewolves, it was Wolfsbane that truly endangered them all, leaving the werewolves at a constant disadvantage. Then, one day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born, marked with a distinctive white crescent on its chest. Remarkably, it wasn't an isolated event; soon, several packs reported the birth of similar white-crescent wolves. These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed.

Excluding silver, golden and diamond ploutinums, wolfsbane's,a greenish herb reacts toxicly against bwerewolf's skins and organs. It's toxic venom rapidly weakens our organs and excessive exposure to it results definite death. Same reason it serves one amongst the hunters frequently used weapon against us. When grinded, wolfsbanes can be coated around bullets,swords and various weapons, heightening the weapons deadlines and damage capacity. Despite it's numerous toxicty and deadlines to us werewolves, wolfsbanes in specific intervals comes handy and important. Specific cases involving the full moon. Unlike vampires, werewolves during full moons willingly or unwillingly shapeshifts into their

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

“If my guess is correct, the sandwich, the water we drank, the dinner, everything Caleb offered so far, is contaminated with Wolfbane.” My heart raced. I knew what Wolf Bane was. It was a poisonous plant, deadly to werewolves. It could weaken them enough to capture them or, in higher doses, lead them to death. “Wolfbane? But why?” I asked, looking at Hunter. Hunter gave a piercing look to Caleb. “To weaken us, capture us, or even kill us.” Caleb, incredulous, rejected Hunter's accusations. “You're out of your mind, Hunter. I would never do something like that.”