Antidotes Stories Novels & Stories

With death at one's door, a person was meant to change. “I have an idea, why don’t we just mix a bunch of antidotes together, and we might get lucky if one of them works.” As soon as he said this, I felt skeptical. It was one thing to take an antidote for a poison we weren't sure of, but it was another thing to take a bunch of antidotes. “What if they all react against each other? Don’t you think it’s quite dangerous?” I asked. “Well, we don’t really have a choice at this point. This is our only chance, Vivienne. Besides, they are all antidotes, meant to cure. I don’t think anything will happen.”

He uncorked it and drank directly from it before giving his companion a sip through his mouth, which made both of them chuckle. He pulled out a small vial from his pocket, fidgeting with it in his hand, a crooked smile on his face as he continued to stare at it. "The antidote," he mouthed. He went to stand in front of the huge fish tank, opened the bottle, and a small black, cloudy smoke escaped from it. Alberto was very focused on what he was doing. "The only antidote," he tsked. "I'll just have to let the fishes have you; they deserve you more." He then poured the contents of the bottle into the fish tank. In minutes, all the fish in the tank turned upside down, dead, and began to decay qu

The antidote. I gasped in horror at the realization of what happened that day. The miscarriage was caused by the antidote given to me. I felt different emotions come at me from every corner but the one that was pronounced was anger. At this point, the hatred and anger I had for Veronica was enough to motivate me to drive a sharp sword into her black heart and feed her to the devils. It wouldn't take a genius to know that Veronica had planned this, carefully, from point one. She chose this perfect poison because she knew about the side effects of the antidote. She didn't want me bringing an heir to this world. Killing a bird with two stones.

She placed them in a machine and quickly shaped them. The milky white pills gave off a faint fragrance. Amanda took a white porcelain bottle and placed the pills inside. She looked at Benjamin, giving him a playful smile. "Do you know what these pills are for?" Benjamin shook his head, his voice as low as ever. "I don’t know!" He answered honestly. Amanda handed them to him. "These are antidotes. Take these four with you and keep them on you at all times. If someone poisons you, take one, and it will neutralize that poison."

“So I bought a pack of antidotes. These are the antidotes for three different kinds of poison according to the creatures we’re going to encounter.” He then pointed at each antidote. “Firstly, this green vial. This is to counter the poison from a bird beast. I heard they’re big and they spew toxic gas. Secondly, the brown vial. This one is to encounter the Barb something bugs. And the last is these folded papers. It contains the powder to counter the poisonous flowers growing in the forest.”

Alejandro returned while she was busy making the antidote. The room she rented had two beds, but neither slept. They had a few drinks and talked until the sun came up. They ruffled the sheets to make it look like they slept in them so it wouldn’t raise suspicions. Early in the morning, when on their way to the town water access, they met with a few more residents. Coralis took pictures of how the water looked before they reversed the plague. The water had a greenish hue, not a natural green. She wrote down a diluted version of the formula of the antidote she made and put it in the envelope she had prepared for her evidence. Her contact knew what she was, but she didn’t know who else would lo

My Plan B that I had nearly forgotten. Felipe's eyes widened. "What is that?" "Insurance." I lifted it up for everyone to see. "My blood. I possess antibodies to the poison. I was subjected to butterflies shiting amounts while producing the antidote and my system developed an immunity” "So?" Felipe crossed his arms. "What good does that do you?"

Failure was not an option. With trembling hands, I held the vial containing the antidote, its contents shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow. Dr. Thorne guided me through the process, instructing me on the precise dosage and administration. As we approached Emily's prone form, a mixture of hope and fear surged within me. I gently injected the antidote into her arm, praying that it would reach the depths of her being, where the darkness had taken hold. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness as we waited for any sign of change. Emily's breathing remained shallow, her body still and fragile. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple as I held my breath, hoping against hope for a positi

I couldn't think these random thoughts anymore. "Wouldn't it be quicker to use an antidote instead of going to the hospital?" Cyrus suggested. "Antidote?" I was confused for a moment. I didn't understand what he meant. "I can be your antidote. How does that sound?" His tone was casual, as if he were remarking on the trivial subject of "The weather is nice today." I suddenly choked on my own saliva and coughed violently. "Ahem..." The "antidote" he mentioned—was it THAT kind of antidote?

I eyed them suspiciously. "We went passing by..." "We were on our way home..." They replied simultaneously. They eyed each other before Santir decided to speak up. "We were on our way home when we passed by the factory.we saw it go up in flames and came to see what had happened and found you"Santrir narrated. I paused weighing their stories.it seemed plausible enough so I believed them. "Now,how can I get this antidote?"I asked them enthusiastically. "We make it"Marcella said proudly walking forward a little too close to comfort for me but I didn't pay any attention to her.