Novel & Cerita Black Spot Poison Ivy Dangerous

He exclaimed when he saw how bad the injury was. He swiped at the blood on the exposed dagger and took a lick. If it weren't for the enormity of what was happening, he would have gotten many disgusted responses for doing that but in this kind of situation, no one had the gall to criticize him. "Oh shit," He exclaimed again, "It's nightshade and wolfsbane." My blood ran cold in an instant. Wolfsbane, on its own, was a toxic wolf repellent, but its combination with nightshade was simply deadly; no one could survive it.

Pitch black blood leaked out of their orifices as they collapsed to the ground, completely paralyzed. As it turned out, the mist was highly toxic! Whoever came in contact with it would surely die an instant death! Harvey frowned at the sight. Poison like this was far too potent. It was impossible for an ordinary person to counter it! Without a second thought, Harvey exclaimed loudly, “Cover your faces with wet clothes! Do not inhale the mist no matter what!” Harvey grabbed some tissue to cover his face as he was speaking. In reality, he wasn’t that afraid of the poison mist.

If only I could express how unhappy I was about this, but if I did, she'd convince me to run here and now, and I wouldn't hesitate to follow. "Then add a ton of ice and fill most of it with water! I need something!" I cried softly. Tanya sat beside me but didn't give me the glass, "Is this what you want, Ivy?" Not in the slightest. The dark voice within me came once more. "I never liked white," I evaded, "Look at how pale I am already. White makes me look dingy and dull because I'm pale but not vibrant like white." Tanya thought momentarily, "Okay, but why the drink?"

What’s with these? Wait… why are my paws itching? Could it be— “The toxin, Kareilya oil, is in the sap of the plant. Touching the plant can cause skin irritation, rashes, and blisters,” Rocco explained, scratching his fur and everything in his body while leaping towards me. “Let’s get out of here, now!” He shifted back to his human form and quickly tugged me out of the vines. These are not grasses and mere flowers, but a vine! Marianatha vine as what Rocco called them!

The desk was covered in swatches, sketchpads, crumpled paper, and an empty coffee cup. She looked… small and pale. My heart skipped a beat as I stepped closer. "Ivy, are you okay?" She didn’t move, just murmured something about a "campaign launch… almost done…" before trying to sit up straighter. Her voice was hoarse. I reached out and touched her forehead and my jaw tightened instantly, she was burning up. "Yeah, no. You are done for tonight," I said, already pulling the laptop away and shutting it. "But I just..."

It was entertaining to watch Delilah’s vindictive side come out. It wasn’t until Lia’s coughing on the poison ivy became muffled screams. I rolled my eyes and looked away from Delilah to realize it wasn’t just poison ivy now. Delilah held true to what she said outside. She had wolfsbane growing on the poison ivy vines. Lia’s mouth was burning from the exposure.

It calculates. “How did Alaric get sick?” my father asks. “Truly?” “The fall,” I say. “Vincent’s men ambushed the ridge patrol. Alaric shifted to fight them off. Took the fall chasing them down the cliff. He got cut during the fight. A shallow cut on his ribs. It never scabbed. It continuously secretes clear fluid.” My father closes his eyes. “Contact poison. On the blade. Something that enters the blood. Nightshade doesn’t do that. But blackroot does. It mimics fever. Causes seizures. Looks like a bad reaction to healing herbs if you don’t know what you’re looking for.”

"Don't touch it" My hand falls at my sides, a little stunned at the brunt of his tone against me. "It's poisoned" "Poisoned?!" "Yes" He finally explains as he stands a above me and I hop backwards at once. Grayson moves to sniff it before regarding the small instrument keenly. "It's laced with poision ivy and something else that I'm not sure of yet" Mother trucker. I didn't even hear the damn thing coming and hadn't Grayon pulled me out of the way, if I had been on my own, by the time I'd realise what was happening it wouldn have been too late.

I asked as I shifted to her slightly, narrowing my brows. She scoffed. "Mind your business.” “What was that?” I ask again, trailing my gaze to her clutched hand. “It’s none of your—" I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Prying her fingers open as she struggled. A tiny glass bottle slipped out of her hands and clinked against the cave floor. I bent and picked it up and gasped. “Poison ivy,” I peered at her. "This is poison ivy.” Morgana blinked, stunned. “That’s impossible. Poison Ivy was destroyed a thousand years ago.”

She checked her vitals, muttering to the nurse beside her and calling for scans. Then she paused; her expression dropped.My stomach dropped with it. “What is it?” I asked. She looked at me. “She’s been poisoned,” “I know,” I snapped. “Tell me what kind.” The doctor swallowed. “Nightshade Vine.” The name hit me like a slap. I knew that plant. Everyone did. It was banned from every pack territory in the kingdom for a reason. “The toxin has a six-hour incubation period,” the doctor went on, “After that, the victim’s mind begins to slip. They become disoriented. Their scent spikes. Their body…” she hesitated, “...is forced into heat.”