Arsenic Blue Novels & Stories

Mom had asked, curious why my face was so close to the window and my eyes gazed at the sky, all sparkling. “The sky is so blue today,” I had said. “It’s beautiful.” Mom bent her head and looked up at the sky too. She chuckled. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s Prussian blue.” “Prussian blue?” I turned to look at her in question. She nodded. “That’s the name of that blue,” she said. “Prussian blue.” I smiled and returned my attention to the sky, my eyes gazing at the unique color.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

"Prussian Blue?" "It’s a chelating agent," the doctor explained, swapping the syringe and injecting a dark blue fluid directly into Ethan’s IV line. "It binds to the Thallium in his digestive tract and pulls the heavy metals out of his system. But Zara... this is going to be hell for him. He is going to be completely delirious for the next forty-eight hours." "I don't care," Zara stated fiercely, her blue eyes flashing with titanium resolve. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing the damp, dark hair away from Ethan’s forehead. "Just keep him alive."

“You’re a pretty cool chick Steel?” I snorted with a smile as I pulled away a bit so I could meet his gaze. “Why do you insist on calling me by my lastname ever since you found out what is was.” He smiled and reached up to caress my cheek. “It suits you. Especially since the name itself compliments the colour of your eyes. Fact is Steel turns blue because of a thin oxide layer that forms on the surface of metal. And your eyes reminds me of that. Steel may not have a specific color, but for your eyes…it does.”

insulted, V tried to act threatening but was failed by the unforgiving wound on his belly. "I don't know what you are talking about, but I am giving you the truth," she began pacing toward them. "What are you doing?" confronted Marco, but now, fear was in his voice. "Drink that," she said coldly while handing a glass of some sort of weird-looking fluid in it to V. "You're not yet healed and you shouldn't be out of your bed yet. Don't worry, it's not a poison, not a love potion either. You need this to make your recovery fast."

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

"What the fuck is this, Abram? Get your hands off the instruments." The medical wing smelled of copper and industrial bleach. Doctor Aris lay across his own examination table, his neck twisted at an angle that made the vertebrae grate. His eyes were wide, glassy, staring at nothing. Propped between his stiffening jaws was a single, vibrant blue cornflower. The petals looked wet. Fresh.

She strains the blue mixture into a glass vile. "How will we know when it's ready?" I inspect the blue velvet liquid. "It will turn dark blue. The color of the night sky."

“Am I right?” Ruffa nodded, “Yes, I am anemic. How can that help?” “You most definitely have ferrous sulfate in your house. Acute arsenic poisoning can be treated with an antidote made from fifty mL of ferrous sulfate solution and one hundred fifty mL of pure boiled water. That’s why there’s that water bottle in the package of hemlock. It’s a clue for what poison has she taken during her lunch.” “You have good skills, Toto. I’m impressed!” The Detective praised.

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”