Antidotes Stories Novels & Stories

"Is that it?" "No, the good thing about wolfsbane is that you could always make an antidote regardless of whatever drug it's paired with and I spent all night making one. I call it Antieris and not only will it give me back my memories of that night, I think it might possibly lead us to whoever has the poison—" I folded my arms, still stunned.

Already beginning to feel the intense effects of needing the antidote I told her that I wasn't in the mood for games right now and she just needed to give me the antidote before I actually died before it had not been this intensely it was usually slow but it's hard to just come like a sudden kick to the gut and I could not breathe anymore she was able to however say that this was really affecting me and she said that she would get the antidote bringing it out of a pocket that was in her dress then she asked me if I was going to throw the party. at that moment I was completely baited with frustration but at the same time I did not have any other three so I just agreed to what you wanted and I

She hugged Caddaric from where she sat, trying her best to fight her tears, saying into his ears, “Cadda, I know that you can hear me and I believe your father has already dealt with whoever did this to you. You are a fighter. You have to fight for me. For our unborn children. When you left this morning, I felt so cold and I don’t want to feel that way anymore. Loosen up and let me administer this antidote please.” She recalled something, took his hand, and pressed it onto her bump. His stiff posture loosened instantly and his jaws relaxed. Ariana pressed his jaw and it opened a little. She smiled, took the antidote, opened it, and poured the content into his mouth. Casper’s cold heart insta

And Alpha Draven. damn him! I knew it! He reached into his coat and pulled out a small vial. The liquid inside glowed faintly amber in the morning light. He held it up, letting everyone see. “This,” he said smoothly, “is an antidote.” Gasps. Hopeful, and broken gasps. Ellias cursed under his breath. “He’s bluffing.” I wanted to believe it too, but the sharp herbal scent that carried on the air told me otherwise. It was real or at least, something real enough to trick the nose.

The word impossible is carved so deep that the possibility has been ruled out. "There's a lot I want to tell you though, Felenia." Barend's breath hitched. The man had even closed his eyes because his eyelids felt too heavy. Felen who saw that immediately reached into her short skirt pocket, and took out a small bottle with purple liquid. An antidote. Without delaying, she poured a few drops of the purple liquid between Barend's open lips. "Don't die yet. At least you should feel a little pain, like those women you killed."

Marissa screamed, "You monstrous bitch." "Calm down," MaryAnne smirked, "they aren't dead. At least not yet. I have the antidote," she held it up, "those chemicals," she shrugged, "also had a fatal enzyme in it. If you don't use this antidote, they'll die in several hours, painfully, slowly," she emphasized, "but I'm not heartless," she sneered, "I would be happy to make an exchange." I clenched my hands into fists, glaring at the woman with hatred. Marissa looked stunned, her face ashen as she looked at the grounds with littered bodies all over.

I don't fully understand, but I think the house is the only thing that has colors. We continued talking about what just happened, but neither of us had a clue about why everything just suddenly gained colors. After all these years, why did this happen only now? After we ate, I washed the dishes while Aunt Autumn took a bath. Being alone with my thoughts really isn't going to help me understand what just happened. No matter how much I think about it, I can't understand an illness I know absolutely nothing about. While I wiped my hands right after washing the dishes, I could see an incoming call on my phone. It was Crimson.

Xander read those lines out loud. Mike looked at Xander with something akin to pity on his face. "If it had an antidote, then maybe so many lives wouldn't have lost." Before Xander could say anything, a panting voice spoke behind them after the door was slammed open. "The Antidote. It's here, with me."

--- The Antidote’s Toll As soon as Damian and Lucian returned to Lucian’s estate, the masks of calm they’d worn at the Gamma’s estate fell away. Lucian moved swiftly, his sharp instincts in full command. “The tea—there was poison in it,” Lucian said, already hurrying to his storeroom where herbs and antidotes were kept. His fingers brushed over jars and vials with practiced precision, his mind racing through the combinations that could counteract the toxin he had tasted. Damian, though weakened by the slow burn of the poison, stood steady, his jaw clenched. “Find it fast, Lucian. Before it takes hold.”

“Do you have enough energy?” Though not entirely certain, Kingston had an absolute necessity. His other hand sliced a small, long gash across the palm. He brought the wound close to Pandora’s face, letting it tear the rest. “Bite me.” “Harder.” Curing poison with poison. That phrase best described the situation Pandora was facing. A concept where an antidote-less poison, having spread as a dangerous threat, can be countered by the threat of another poison. Pandora needed to suck Kingston’s blood as hard as possible after inflicting a deep wound.