A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, focusing on the source, tracing it to a jar of honey tucked away in the pantry. The smell was subtle but distinct. My heart raced as recognition dawned. It matched the description of a rare poison I had read about in an old medical book while studying poisons. “This,” I murmured, turning to face Adrian. “There is something in this.” Adrian frowned, taking the jar and sniffing it. “I don’t smell anything.” “You wouldn’t,” I said. “The poison is subtle, almost undetectable. It's called Shadowbane. It’s rare and dangerous. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.”

She brushes her fingertips across her lips, shaking the feeling off seconds later, pulling her hand up to the moonlight for us to see her skin pink and irritated. “Stings,” she says, her voice quiet and shy. “It’s poison.” “Poison?” I growl. “Are you sure?” “I may have dabbled in my own potions and poisons once.” She shakes her head, assessing her fingertips again, still burning red with heat. “This is a blood poison. It’s meant to kill slowly but it’s not incurable.” “Tell me how to fix it,” I say, begging. “And hurry, she’s stopped breathing.”

James lost his grip, his hand traveling down her chest. “Alpha, you said poison?” Eliza asked, trying to be quick on her feet, if he began fondling Alice; she didn’t know how long Alice might be able to pretend to be asleep. “Yes, the dress she came in was poisoned.” James said annoyed as his hand cupped Alice’s sunkissed breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. It reacted to his touch going hard in his hand. “Do you think she could be expressing the poison through her skin? '' Eliza asked innocently, she needed James out of the cage and away from Alice.

As he observed them repeatedly, his expression began morphing into one of horror. "How… How could this be?" Disbelief overwhelmed him in an instant. "What did you discover, Cassian?" Frank asked immediately. "The poison those victims are inflicted with… It seems to be…" Before Cassian could finish speaking, he noticed Zoey reaching out to touch one of the corpses. He hollered, "Don't touch the corpse!" Startled, Zoey quickly drew back her hand. Then, she looked at Cassian in confusion. Cassian continued seriously, "The poison is extremely dangerous. If my guess is correct, this must be the legendary Devil Trumpet's Kiss."

I asked, voice even but edged with impatience, a subtle tremor of excitement hiding beneath my calm. He stepped closer, leaning in as if to underscore the significance of his words. “This poison,” he said, “is one of a kind. Even a giant would fall to it.” The weight of that claim pressed against me, and I let a small, wicked smile tug at the corner of my mouth. Exactly what I wanted to hear. My chest tightened, a surge of adrenaline and dark satisfaction coiling together, feeding the quiet rage that burned beneath my skin.

I immediately apologized, I was used to joking around with him that I forgot he was an alpha and they were possessive of what they owned, and also how they easily got mad. “You don’t need to apologize, I thought you were hurt, it's my mistake for leaving the green house open, if I had been later than this you would have been poisoned” “What do you mean,” I asked confused. “Every plant and flower here are poisonous, what you almost touched was a foxglove and you can get poisoned just by touching it” he replied and I turned to the innocent looking flower. “It doesn't look like it could be deadly, the petals are beautiful”

Or I might get her by accident. “Anna!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, and Anna came rushing in. “Bring the tribute rogues to me now!” I ordered, and she stormed away and returned with them. I secretly applied a deadly toxin to one of them. It’s a delayed poison. The rouge will kill a full day after it has been applied. Blood clots, breathlessness, and sudden death that mimics disease. This poison is finally useful. “Share the rouges with all the tribute women. Let them know it’s from the Luna. Give this one.” I picked the one I applied the poison into and showed it to Anna. “Give this to the one with quiet demeanour, fox-like eyes and a slim build.”

Not a drop of mud or dust laid on top of the expensive material. Harlow watched as she picked at her manicured nails as her dark eyes, curious and mischievous watched, they swarmed with so much wonder. 'Who is she?' Pursing her red lips, she rose to her feet, approaching her with her high-heels clicking against the marble flooring. Up close, Harlow realised she wasn't any older than forty; she was probably thirty-two, give or take a few years. "The effects of the poison won't disappear for a few more days, but if you cooperate, I'll provide you with medicine to ease the pain."

His current state was severely affecting his judgment. Abbot, seeing the despair creeping over Barry’s face, smiled. “Apart from the person who poisoned you, no doctor can cure it. This poison has a well-known name: Azurax.” “Is there really such a strange poison in the world?” Delphine was surprised as well. How had Amanda managed to do this?

“Alpha Knight doesn’t know I'm here, be rest assured, Elder.” “Young one,” The elder serves Maya tea, “I’m assured, don’t worry. You did well by bringing the human here. I was only able to seal the poison of the enticing flames within him because we can’t afford to have the poison reoccurring in the process of his natural heat.” “What poison?” I raised an eyebrow at the elder, confused and it seems I was the only one who was unaware of the poison, “Bram has been living everyday with a poison inside him?”