A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

Everyone folded eventually. Money always whispered loud enough. And if it didn’t yet again? Power screamed. But none of that explained why I was still thinking about her and how much the whiskey I’ve consumed couldn't erase the thought of that witch. I closed the laptop. The city below glittered like a live wire, vibrating with potential and poison. And somewhere out there, a girl was holding a check signed with my name—debating whether or not to sell her soul. There was nothing to sell but it was enough to let my prey off. She just happened to be innocent in whatever game that occurred out of the blue.

I lunged forward to protect Leo, but Isabella shoved me back. Isabella and Nico exchanged a look. Vicious smiles spread across their faces. "Since your son wants to be so famous, I'll give him a 'gift'." Isabella clapped her hands. A few reporters swarmed in, camera flashes popping everywhere. A reporter exclaimed, his voice buzzing with excitement. “The slum kid tried to maim the Falcone heir with glass in his gloves and ended up mangling his own hand! This is tomorrow’s front page, easy!” I stared at the blinding flashes. My voice was ice.

There is no way I would see this gorgeous body of his without drilling and wetting my pants. I took him all in, moving my eyes from his face to his chest and his sexy, firm abs. My eyes landed on his arm, I noticed a spot in his arm where Charlotte had shot him. The bullets are laced with a poisonous substance that is making it hard for him to heal faster. I know how it feels, I was poisoned with the same substance as well. I know how I felt when Liam poisoned me, I felt as if I was dying slowly, it felt as if the air was being sucked out of me. I wonder how he was able to carry me and run out of there, how is able to stand in front of me, looking as if everything is okay?

We entered what looked like a garden. Flowers everywhere. Exotic ones. Colors I had never seen before. Red. Purple. Blue. Their beauty was almost overwhelming. For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt something other than fear. I stepped closer. I reached out instinctively to touch one of the flowers. A voice stopped me. Do not be so quick to touch. I froze. Just one touch can ruin your internal organs, he continued calmly. That is my newest plant poison. I call her Heritage.

“How about I have a tall glass of you?” I pulled my hand back. “Sorry, darling, I’m Poison. Even a single touch from me will have you convulsing on the floor if you're lucky or downright dead if you're not.” The lust instantly fell from his face as he eyed me with caution. “Do you have any poisonous tears left? I heard they go fast.” “They usually do, but it’s been slow tonight for things like that. You’re new here, aren’t you?” “Yeah,” he admitted, “it’s my first time.”

After I finished with Austin, I turned my face to Alpha Zane, "Alpha Zane, please elaborate on the effects of the poison you sent over." "Okay. It's a highly contagious but non-lethal poison. It is water soluble and smells a bit like the odor of apples. The poisoned person will itch all over and scratch uncontrollably to bleed, and the more they scratch, the itchier they become." " Anyone else who touches the blood of the poisoned person will be immediately infected. I believe that three days is enough time for more than half of the poison wolves to be infected." Alpha Zane pulled out a sealed glass vial with red powder and a bone whistle. Then he handed them to Austin and me respectively.

“You were poisoned.” That made no sense. “Poisoned?” I repeated, confusion flooding me. “But we didn’t eat anything. The alphas and lunas were the ones who ate. We never touched the food.” “I know,” she said quickly. “That’s what confused me too at first.” I tried to sit up, but she gently pushed me back down. “Easy. The poison didn’t enter your body through food.” I stared at her, waiting. “It was contact-based,” Maya continued, her jaw tightening. “It was activated through touch. When that council warrior shook your hand… that’s when it entered your system.”

And the Hexthorn. Right now, the cursed poison is on her fingers.

"What?" He nodded. "You became overconfident. You assumed you had mastered the skill when, in reality, you were just lucky. That’s the first rule of poison detection: never assume. Poisons are deceptive. They don’t always have an immediate taste or smell. Some take hours, even days, to kill. Some mimic harmless illnesses. Some are delayed until mixed with another substance. A true poison master never relies on gut feeling alone. They test, observe, and analyze every detail."

“Is your weapon.” I stared at the bottle in his hand. It looked like liquid diamonds—clear, beautiful, harmless. But I knew better. It looked like innocence. But it wasn’t. It was death, dressed like perfume. Could I really hold something like that—and smile? “The same poison they used on Fiorella,” he said. “And now it’s yours.” My throat tightened. “It doesn’t look like much,” I whispered. He leaned in, lips brushing my cheek. “Looks lie.”