Antidote Novels & Stories

“What’s in that, though?” “It’s the antidote that I normally use to help people who are bitten by vampires. It reverses the effects,” He explained. “And don’t worry, it has worked on others. But the thing here is that it’s risky because it has a huge dose of wolfbane as well. So there is a thirty percent chance that if it does not work, it might actually just kill you.”

Kai ignored her as he spoke, "Quickly, the Luna has to get the Antidote for this young one. He will give up anytime." He turned to me "Go fast, Katara! " He said. I showed him the antidote. "Here, I have the antidote." I said as I ushered it to him. He did not take it. He stepped back and stood back with Abramo who was by this time really worried and he was no longer stoic... his worry was evident now on his face.

His voice faltered, a strangled gasp cutting through his words as his knees buckled slightly. I pushed myself to my feet, each movement screaming with pain, and cocked my head to the side. “Slow-acting wolfsbane,” I said, my voice flat, breaths fast. “You’ve got maybe fifteen minutes. Give or take.” I moved toward where my bag had fallen, never taking my eyes off him. He stumbled again, one hand braced on the wall, the other clutching at his neck. “You bastard…” I crouched, retrieved the antidote from my bag, and held it up between my fingers. “This? The antidote? It’s right here.”

"I promise." His head lifted, eyes filled with cautious relief. "The antidote is stored with the poison. Miranda kept them together," Eddie said quickly. "It's in her home—downstairs. A pink glass bottle in a wooden box. That's the antidote." "Good," I turned to go, adrenaline flooding my veins. "It'd better be there." I stormed back down the hall and paused briefly at Miranda's cell again. Somehow, she'd struggled back to her feet, red-faced, hair wild, fury in her eyes.

He says breathlessly, and when he returns his eyes to mine, I see the storm of desire in them. My breath suddenly gets caught up in my throat, because this is happening too fast. This is the last thing I expect him to say. Calhoun looks away from me and slips out something from his pocket. Then raises it to my face. It's a tiny vessel containing this brownish liquid. "The doctors made this antidote, and you can't drink it or you'll die. So I have to drink it and kiss you, to suck out all of Jack's venom in your system." He lets out a breath, while I stare back at him, open-mouthed.

“You don’t get to talk about me like I’m yours.” Rowan’s gaze holds mine, amused. “You’re here, aren’t you?” Nate cuts through the moment like a blade. “Antidote. Now.” Rowan looks at Nate, considering. “You’re surprisingly annoying.” Nate’s tone stays calm. “You’re surprisingly talkative for a man in silver.” Rowan’s smile thins. Then he sighs theatrically, as if granting mercy. “Dawnmilk,” he says. “And wolfsage, high concentration. Flush the lungs. Counter the sedative. Burn it out fast.”

“Is this…?” He nodded. “The antidote.” My heart raced as I reached out to take it. “Really?”

The machine whirred to life with a steady hum as she poured a few drops of the mysterious liquid onto the test slide. The screen flickered, data processing in streams of coded lines. Her heart pounded as the composition began to display. Her eyes widened. An antidote signature "Athenol-Z," a rare neutralizer used only for stabilizing or counteracting Selevin Poison, one of the most stubborn toxins ever known. Her brow furrowed. "Why would Romeo give me this, an enemy trying to be a friend again?" she muttered. Athenol-Z was no simple antidote; it was rare, expensive, and known to have a dangerous side effect if mixed with impuri

I turned to the guard. "I will go with you," I said. "But first, you give us the antidote." "No," the guard said. "You come with me first. Then I'll tell you." "That is not how this works," I said. The guard thought for a moment. Then he pulled out a small vial from his pocket. "Nightshade," he said. "Mixed with arsenic. The antidote is activated charcoal and atropine. You have may be twenty minutes." He threw the vial on the floor.

I could smell the fear rolling off her, raw and bitter. “Don’t blame yourself,” Adem said, though his voice cracked. “We were all there. We didn’t notice either.” Mr. Mehmet cleared his throat softly, stepping forward with a small vial in hand. “We can still act. Lord Aziz, I have prepared the second antidote. It will hopefully cleanse her system if given now.” Mr. Mehmet bowed, his hands shaking slightly as he knelt at Manolya’s side. “Hold her head, Aziz, so she does not choke.”