Bleeding Heart Funeral Spray Mga Nobela at Kwento

I grin. “Is that all you’re taking?” Beste asks in disapproval. “No,” I say, sticking my tongue at her, making her chuckle. I move to a different area and proceed to grab a belt, that I strap around my hips, and then grab two cadmium daggers from the wall and attach them to the belt. Between the two of us, we now have every substance that can harm or kill a sanguidae. Beste’s grenades contain bloodroot, which is a flower. We dry and pulverise it into a powdered form and add it to grenades for quick use. Bloodroot won’t kill them, but it will hurt like hell. Even a little amount can cause them enough burning pain to knock them off their feet.

I pull up my left pant leg and retrieve a syringe with full of liquid out I went over and kneel in front of him. “ This right here is more wolfbane, its so much that you can take out a horse, but in your case a wolf. You want to know what so special about this one is lace with silver, and we all know what silver does to wolves. I would love to stay to chat some more but I have somewhere to go. One more thing Alpha Brimstone, I hope you rod in hell” That when I injected in his chest he immediately shouted in pain and started rolling around, he rolls until he finally took his last breath.

I immediately started stirring the liquid and managed to grab the yellow flower. After adding 3 petals I waited for a few minutes, trying to look inside but before I could see the color of the liquid someone put a hand over my shoulder. I gasped. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Rose quickly stated, her eyes becoming huge as she looked at the door. "It is fine, I just did not know you were here." "I wanted to stop you," she pointed at the cauldron, "you should not inhale the fumes directly."

“You’re just going to let him die?” “I didn’t say that,” the doctor replied calmly, though his expression betrayed his own frustration. “There is... another way.” My heart leaped at his words. “What is it? Tell me. I’ll do it.” He hesitated, glancing at Kael’s unconscious form. “It’s not simple. The only known counter to this type of poison is the purple Floricent flower. When ground into a paste and applied directly to the wound, it can neutralize the poison and promote healing.”

I said since words didn’t seem to be his strong suit. He set the box down and led me behind the house. After navigating through a lot of thorny grass, we came upon a large patch of wild, blue Mortalis Bloom flowers. I stared at them with curiosity as the man explained, “They’re overgrown now and may have been planted by mistake, but Mortalis Blooms can cause severe heart attacks and high blood pressure. In small quantities, they’re nearly undetectable. They’re rare, and not many people know about them, but—”

“I-I’m…still alive?” I shrug nonchalantly. “You'll be gone in a few minutes.” I made a spell to preserve the heart for at least ten hours. And luckily, that spell gives him a few minutes of life before his body shuts down completely. Realization appears on his face. “You are it,” he says, accusingly. “You are the Venenum.” “Have fun with Veyiron, the reaper, when he comes to reap your soul.” I wink at him and turn my back to him, pushing his beating heart into an empty bottle that I slip comfortably into my backpack

I asked, covering my nose as the bitter scent filled the room. “Heartbloom, fennelroot, a trace of ashberry,” Sheila murmured, pouring a cloudy green liquid into a shallow bowl. “All blended in ground hawthorn bark. It’s meant to stimulate spiritual circulation. Helps with internal grounding.” I nodded, pretending I understood half of what she said. “Will it wake him?” She gave a tired smile as she soaked a clean cloth into the bowl and gently wiped it across Lucian’s neck and forehead. “No, but it will help him want to wake. His soul is trying to find its way back to his body. All I’m doing is guiding it.”

“Same buyer name. Senna. Three months ago, traded for an unusual quantity of dried foxglove. Through a different trader chain than the first buy.” Brynn went still. “Foxglove.” “In dose, a heart medicine,” Torrhen said grimly. “In overdose, a kill. The kind of thing a careful healer carries for both purposes, and the kind of thing only a few buyers will purchase in quantity. Davyn?”

"Did you find something?" "It was a mix of poison. The stronger one is the extract from baneberry and lily of the valley. They also laced it with concentrated juice of silver hyssop. It is a painful way of killing someone," Blaine winced as he pulled the sheet up, closing Tyrell's face. Tyrell's father looked like he had lost his will to live. His back was bent and I had seen him once, but he didn't look like the man I saw before. It was as if he had aged in this short time. His back was bent as he motioned some of his men to carry Tyrell away. "Thank you, prince Mateo, for allowing me to bury him in our ancestral home."

"It does." Bradley opened the medical kit and found a spray bottle. He looked at Esther's fair neck, then glanced at the instructions on the spray bottle. "It might sting a little after the spray. Bear with it." "Okay." Bradley sprayed the medicine onto Esther's neck, and a strong herbal scent filled the air. The misty liquid formed tiny droplets on Esther's neck, slowly sliding down onto her blouse. The pain from the spray was more intense than Esther had expected. She teared up, looking pitiful and delicate.