Novel & Cerita Enny Arrow Madu Dan Racun

“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!”

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.”

Sienna’s POV Asher is dying. The words kept repeating in my head, over and over the harder my feet pounded on the ground left between me and the antidote. Rogues had always used a specific poison on their arrows called Curare, a toxin derived from various plants. It caused paralysis very quickly, and there were few options when it came to antidotes. But Nightwind had come up with one, finally, after years of fighting against the poison. It was a fast acting antidote, though it only worked against a certain amount of curare.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

As instructed, Danielle brought a grinder from the kitchen and I dropped the petal in it. Once it had liquidised, I took an arrow from Beta Jackson and placed it in the bowl of liquidised Rain Flower. "But when these are poisoned, they are not just able to stop the warriors from healing or being strong enough to stop us,they are able to permanently kill them. And once they are dead, they are no longer a problem to us. Once they are dead, we can advance to the next stage of our plan." I stared at the poisoned edge of the arrow, imagining the feeling of thrusting one of these into Caleb and make him feel the bitterness, anger and pain my family and the witches must have felt.

“Guess he’s not in this one.” “Let’s check the others.” The girls made their way to the second bugey but as they did, a witch hunter popped out of the head of the bugey and fired more flaming arrows with a bow. Madison propelled each arrow from them as they chased after the fleeing vehicle. “Getting sick of these arrows, April G complained. She clapped her hands, releasing a shockwave of energy and knocked the archer out of the bugey. “My turn, said Madison as she upheaved the roof with, her abilities, startling the remaining witch hunters inside.

"Brendalyn Montreal. TASK COMPLETED WITHIN 25 MINS AND 45 SECS." Brenda was still panting while walking back to the waiting shed where we were sitting. She also used Tom's style. Fighting those targets by hand. While Maureen kicked them to knock them off. Besides, Maureen recycled the arrows she used to kill the others. Like, after he settles down, he will take the arrow he used again so he can use it again. Those tactics aren't bad compared to Brenda and Tom's.

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.