Fabius Bile Novels & Stories

He collapsed onto the floor, twitching violently in his own sweat. I stepped back, my stomach churning with disgust as I looked down at him. "Things keep getting better and better, aren’t they?" I muttered, looking over at Marcus. "What the hell could have caused this?" Marcus walked over, his face pale as he looked down at the half-shifted cook. "I’ve seen this before, Alpha Fabian.” He replied, shaking his head slowly, a look of deep grimness in his eyes. “This is the anatomical result of a wolf who heavily abuses wild wolfsbane."

She asked Abi, stifling a giggle. "Of course." "I can't eat fish!" She giggled hard, making Abiola wonder what was wrong with her. "Why are you laughing now?" "Because I love fish." That shocked Abi hard. "How can you love fish, when you're not supposed to eat it?" "I tried it once, I ended up in the hospital for 5 weeks. Tobi was really frustrated, because I don't seem to listen to him. But there's nothing he can do, he can't whoop me." That made Abi smile.

Cole was holding a tray stuffed with a bowl of oats and topped with berries, on the side was a tall glass of milk. Staring at the food offered by him, Denise let out a sarcastic smile paint her face. “You added something in there, am I right?” she calmly said, referring to the bowl of oats. “You’re that observant, bet I can’t feed you with this.” He simply scooped a portion from the bowl and directed it to his mouth. “Lupibia, a powder that came from the Baia tree. It may smell like the wolfsbane but its poisons weren’t that fatal for a high-ranked wolf like you.”

Fiona said with a hint of amusement, “I mixed some baneberry juice with the blood of a bat and the powder of dried calabar beans.” Luella nodded her head. “Pretty good, pretty good, but bat’s blood is used in black magic, not white. Do you mean you...?” “Yes, I’m able to do both when need be,” Fiona interjected. “Very impressive,” Luella murmured, more to herself than to anyone else in the room. “It’s lucky Balthazar never got his hands on you,”

Pursing her lips, Fabiola replied, “…I told him that I didn’t know. I’m not some kind of psychic that can predict alternate futures…” As Hanley lowered his gaze, Fabiola handed him some cutlery before adding, “There’s no point dwelling on the impossible, now come eat already before the food gets cold…” Upon hearing that, Hanley looked at the dishes before him… and to Fabiola’s shock, he suddenly began drinking the vinegar that was part of the meal! “H-hey! What are you even doing?!” “…What else? Vinegar is good for your health, plus… Even though it’s sour, it’s nowhere near as bitter as my heart currently is…”

Bastian turned the open suitcase toward Billy. "Wh-what is this, sir?" asked Billy, confused at the clear liquid in front of him. "It's the material for making F2 narcotics that existed 25 years ago," Bastian explained. "F2 narcotics? But hasn't it taken many lives because of its consumption?" asked Billy. "One of the ingredients of the narcotic is Stresemann's Bristlefront bird bile. Indeed, this F2 is very dangerous if consumed directly. That's why I asked you to look into it."

No fever, no cough—just sudden bleeding, bile, confusion. He had knelt before the matronae and his father, begging them to send for a physician. "She was poisoned. Same strain they used on Germanicus, that's what father said. They've seen the symptoms before." Marcus continued, there was a hint of pity on his eyes. He clenched his fist. Lepidus had carried that like a shard in his chest. Suddenly one day all her strength was drained from her, leaving her bedridden for months. He remembered how he buried her, with no ceremony, no name.