Enny Arrow Madu Dan Racun Novels & Stories

“Ada apa? Bagaimana Asura?” “Regen bilang, kita harus mendapatkan penawar untuk racun yang menyebar di luka itu secepatnya juga atau semuanya akan terlambat.” Fain menunduk sekejap. “Tapi penawar itu… cuma Tuan Ajara yang punya penawar untuk jenis-jenis racun seperti ini.” “Lalu di mana masalahnya?” Aven menukas tajam, tak sabar. “Kita pergi ke sana dan beli penawar itu!”

Grandma Rose asked. “I saw Pernwél training archery with the warriors and non warriors and I had an idea.” She pulled out an arrow from the bottom of one of the baskets and put it on the table. “From what Pernwél gave us from the descriptions of the armour that the army will be wearing, an arrow is the perfect weapon to puncture through the layer and hit the flesh below.” Rune explained it by almost ramming the arrowhead into Grandma Rose’s table. “If we dipped them in poison, they would be lethal once they hit the bloodstream.”

She screamed in my face, spittle flying out of her mouth. I groaned, raising my tied-up hands to wipe my face. Tina straightened away from me, breathing hard. “I have a few things to say to you while we wait for your ‘husband’ to wake the fuck up. I enjoyed sneakily shooting him down with an arrow dart containing a strong paralytic serum. Then I shot some antidote up his neck to wake him up again.”

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

Then, a shattering of glass, Wren screamed. The world slowed to fragments: Ellen’s eyes widening in shock as if struck, her hand came to her chest and drew back, covered in blood. Something protruded from her chest. An arrow. Its shaft quivered where it had struck. The feathers were black, the tip glistening with a faint, oily sheen. Poison. “No!” I lunged forward, catching her before she fell. Her body was alarmingly light, her breath already shallow. Wren was at my side, pressing her hand to the wound, blood spilled between her fingers.