Antidote Novels & Stories

I watched as he poured a minute quantity into a beaker and with a few drops of a blue liquid and a spread of some herbs he stirred till the mixed turned green. My eyes widened at such mixture.I had never heard or ever seen any thing like it. He raised it up in the air. "This is the antidote.A mixture of an Alpha's blood, a drop of wolfsbane and a hint of bay and cilantro leaves."he declared triumphantly. Marcella giggled besides me clapping excitedly. I stared suspiciously at the both of them.I didn't understand their dynamic. "Marcella,could you get me a coat, I am feeling a little chilly"I told her.She ran out to go grab it.

"Can you get him a scotch on the rocks? Macallan if you have it. And a seltzer water with lime for Joseph. Make sure all this goes on my tab." "Sure thing." Kate cocked a hip and glared at Xavier. "You got something against rum?" "He's..." Allergic to coconut, but Peyton didn't want to advertize the info. "Um, Malibu doesn't agree with him." Xavier stared at the glass she'd confiscated, his jaw ticking and face pale. After a second, he lifted his gaze to hers, nodding a thank you. He looked at Kate. "I have an allergy to coconut." "Oh." Kate pursed her lips. "Good catch, Peyton."

"He is sensitive. Took three times the normal dose to survive the party." Lorenzo paused. Looked back at Kyrian. Three times the dose? Just to avoid scents? Or hiding something else? "Lucky his heart didn't stop," Lorenzo mumbled. Filled a syringe. Clear liquid. "Antidote. Will neutralize the blockers. Warm him up." Lorenzo leaned over. Grabbed Kyrian’s arm. Hand was huge. Covered Kyrian’s thin arm easy. Skin-to-skin contact (even through gloves) sent a weird spark through Lorenzo.

And at the center— A vial. Dark red liquid. Almost black. Luca nudged it toward me. “Closest we’ve gotten to an antidote,” he said, voice low, steady. “It counteracts most of the venom’s effects. But it’s not strong enough.” I stared at it. Something itched in the back of my mind. Familiar. Too familiar. I grabbed a page, scanning the ingredients. Stopped. My stomach twisted. “You’re using monkshood,” I muttered.

Something looks wrong. The nurse looked up from her notes and rushed to me, worry clouding her features. “Alpha, we have a problem.” “What kind of problem?” My stomach drops. She hesitates, glancing toward Ezra before meeting my eyes. “The antidote I administered—it’s not working. In fact… It’s made things worse. He started having seizures.” I clench my jaw. “Are you sure it’s the antidote?” She nods grimly. “I rechecked the components, and I think one of them reacted badly with the toxin in his blood. It’s like his body is rejecting it.”

I took the liquid and looked at it for a while. "Kayla, that's the antidote. Your father didn't just fight the manipulated formula but he secretly looked for a way to counter it. This vial has the ability to reverse the psychological processes caused by that sedative. Sedative X as they called it damage from within but this can repair". "You can go on with the letter", Eli continued. I slowly unfold the paper which reveal my dad's handwriting which was consistent as ever.

He noticed everything now. Later, he hurriedly went straight to his cabinet in his private study room and locked the door behind him. He quickly retrieved a small vial. An antidote prescribed by the specialist is not a cure but enough to counter small doses enough to keep him alive enough to play along. He swallowed it without hesitation then he exhaled slowly. “Let's see how careful you really are”. He murmured.

I could see the toxins cowering away, trying to avoid the antidote. But I could also see the antidote getting closer. I sat there, watching what was happening. I could see Cole’s heart. It was full of the tarry substance, but the antidote had arrived there and started eating away at the toxins. It did not take long, before his heart was clear.

"What do you mean? From what?" "The serum. Because the glass had touched it and then grazed you–even a miniscule amount is enough to take effect on a human." A lump formed in her throat, and she subconsciously kneaded her hands together. "Does that mean I'm..." she began. "Don't worry. I had an antidote with me, you're fine." "An antidote? The transformation is reversible?" "Oh, no. The antidote can treat an infection, not the transformation. The full amount of a vial is needed in order for it to be successful."

Slate mockingly retorted back. “Just let this one go.” Denver insisted as Slate gave him something. It was a liquid in a clay jar. “What is it?” He curiously inquired. “I won’t poison you. It is an antidote. It won’t totally cure you, but it will slow down the effect of the poison. I prepared this, just in case something like this happens. And I am right.” He tsked as his jaw ticked because of the seething anger that he was trying to conceal.