Garden Of Poison Novels & Stories

She couldn't come up with a lie about why she was there, and she didn't want to tell him the truth either. "Don't worry", he said. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would do it the moment you stepped into my garden." Talia's eyebrows shoot up. "Garden?" It was obviously a meadow with wildflowers. He hummed and gestured while talking, "That's the area with chamomile, there is echinacea, feverfew, behind it is goldenseal…" Talia realized he was right, but it still looked random for a garden. She just assumed that flowers grew there on their own because there was no landscaping or a fence she could see.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

She determines which in the first three minutes inside. The garden is real. The plants are not ornamental. They are the specific cultivated varieties used in supernatural compound preparation: several she recognizes from Lunar Row's supply catalogue, one she recognizes from the Celestine Academy's experimental chemistry laboratory, and two she has not seen outside the academic literature on environmental resonance compound preparation. Someone who works here tends this garden because the work requires it and because they find it satisfying, which means at least one person in this facility is invested in the work at a level beyond employment.

’ She only shook her head but said nothing, seemingly again fallen into worry—no, it was more like deep thought. ‘Good!’ Muttering, I stepped into the beautiful garden. I passed rows of carefully arranged medicinal plants. Belladonna beside night-blooming violets, wolfsbane kept carefully under wards. I knelt to brush my fingers over a cluster of silverbloom petals, rare and potent in cleansing wounds. For a moment, my heart swelled with quiet triumph. Yet, my peace didn’t last long, when a shattered, gagging noise cut through the silence. And then—a child’s strangled gasp.

I soon got enough of their subtle looks and headed into the small garden, looking through the arrays of flowers while making sure I didn't wander too far. The garden felt peaceful and too beautiful to be enclosed in this small space. I walked through the tended grass, occasionally touching the array of flowers until I perceived something familiar. My heart slowed, and I felt my guards shoot up at the scent of it. Wolfsbane. I subtly took a look around me, the guards weren't looking. My heart picked up pace as I walked further into the small garden until I found them. Wolfsbane. Planted just behind the flowers. My eyes widened as its familiar toxic scent burned through my nose, almost suffoca

Positions I know for sure won't be given to them. Olaine would use them to get what they wanted and discard them once more. I heard one of them gasp. “I think I found the Viburnum. If we mix it with the remaining ingredients, the poison is complete.” The Viburnum. A rare plant that could cause excruciating pain while the person convulsed and hallucinated. That was why they were in the woods. To find the plant. The plan was to give Vie a slow but surely painful death.

“She was poisoned with a mixture of dogonyara and minxeto grass, a deadly poison combination from the witches of the east. The original work of the poison is to destroy the womb and fallopian tubes of whoever that ingests them, making sure that they will never conceive a child in their lifetime. This is a very vicious poison and was banned by all kingdoms of the world eighty years ago. It's unexpected that I will once again encounter this evil, in the imperial city no less.” Gbim! Gbim! Sweat covered every inch of my skin, and I barely noticed that my hands were shaking. No, my whole body was trembling and I suddenly felt a chill that ran deep into my bones. “Slowly, take it slowly, I can't

I laughed. I got up from my crouching position to take a quick sweep of the entire garden. I haven't found some holy basil yet, Night blooming Nightshade was out of the question because even if I did find it, it would be completely useless or useful to someone who planned on poisoning an entity. There were rules guiding the plant world just as there are rules guiding our own world and Night blooming nightshade as it's name implied could only be plucked at night or on very rare days like on the day of an eclipse or a blue moon, none of which was today. Plucking it otherwise would make it no different from the deadly Nightshade, it would be just as toxic, probably even more toxic.

But apart from going to meet the grave, the garden had the cool breeze I could liken to that of the sea shore. Its breeze had been the reason why I was always there in the days when I and my late friend were the hot chicks of the palace, that was before that mere slave girl called Laura became a threat, and even ended up stealing Ricky. I walked into the garden, and made to Gova’s grave as though I had come again to mourn her, knowing fully well that I was being looked at from many windows. There were of course tall buildings around, and people living in those building can look into the garden and see me standing before the grave which bore the cremated body of Gova, the maiden who sniffed m

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t