Antidotes Stories Novels & Stories

I was trying to protect myself from any unforeseen situation or danger, so I was not about to reveal that I was wolf bane and my powers were locked. “There might be a cure,” I blurted out with my eyes beaming. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?” Whitney arched her brows in confusion looking at me. “What are you talking about? What cure?” She asked eagerly. “The antidote—I know of an antidote that can work on difficult illnesses such as this. It can work on any illness or poison at all, but...” I hadn’t finished my sentence before Whitney cut me short. “Are you talking about the blue antidote?” Whitney asked, and I nodded my head in agreement.”

“Okay, open your eyes now.” So I did, I immediately grabbed what he put on me, it’s a gold necklace with a green something as the pendant. “What’s this for?” Is there an occasion today? Why would he give me a present? “Nah, that was just a reminder, that no matter what happens, wherever life takes us, you will always be my weakness, my refuge,” he kissed my forehead, “My Elusive Antidote.” I came back from my reverie when I felt his hands on my arm, a mannerism, since we’ve been together, he’s always like this, many people probably think I’m the clingy one, but the truth is, he’s clingier than me.

The entire pack probably knew before I did. Crowley disappeared into the back room and returned with a large wooden case. He set it on the table and flipped the lid open, revealing rows of colored vials. Antitoxins. Hope. “Perhaps,” he said, “if you can scent the antidote, you can match it to the wolfsbane strain. Zey might manage it.” I shook my head immediately. “I can’t smell anything but the mate bond,” I admitted, jaw tight. “Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—”

Finally, it's over! She waved her hand again and a bottle of antidote appeared. She gave one to Lyndon and the other one to Leanna. "It's the healing antidote, drink it and you will be fine," she told them before she vanished. Lyndon and Leanna took a sip of the antidote and then the magic happens. All their bruises and wounds were gone. "Diane should drink it as well, I think aunt Athena forgot that she's got a lot of bruises than Lyndon," I said which made them all laugh.

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.

"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.

Nobody spoke. “The antidote doesn’t exist yet,” I said. “But it can be made. You need to preserve these bodies and extract the toxin before it breaks down any further. Once you have a clean sample, you can reverse a counteragent.” I stood up and looked at the group looking back at me. “I know how to do that. I’ve done it before.” The quiet that followed had a different quality to the one before. Not hostile but more like recalibration. I looked at Killian.

“So the Antidote is just to stop it for the meantime and you are sure they aren't aware?” “Yes, I am sure. One of them got the disease and begged for the antidote and when we gave him, he seemed happy that he was fine again,not aware of the underlying recurrence.” Kaiden gets up for the bed, walking to Akira and placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “My little hero.” he teases and she just laughs and then smiles at Tito, telling him to give her some minutes and she would be sonw to go with him to the hospital.

Patrick’s two insects absorbed all the poison. Swoosh... Elmer retrieved all his silver needles back into his hands. Glug, glug... Frederic drank the water mixed with the ashes of his talisman. “Phew...” Fergus used conventional methods to prepare an antidote. They all successfully detoxified themselves! All those doctors finished the process almost at the same time as Andrius. “Whoa, that fake Wolf King is incredible. He finished treating himself at the same time as Dr. Bond and the other doctors who made it to the Heavenly Ranking in the last competition.”

Her eyes followed the trail of blood leading down the corridor, then settled on the shattered remains of the vial near her feet. She knelt, picking up the small glass label. **Antidote A.** The 'A' lingered in her thoughts. Why not just “Antidote”? Was there a B? A C? Her stomach twisted. She turned it over. Tiny print lined the underside of the label—nearly invisible. Something handwritten. She squinted and brought it close to the light. One word. Test. Her breath caught. Test? Why would an antidote be labeled “test”?