Garden Of Poison Novels & Stories

I was utterly confused as to what high royalty meant. "I mean the King, Queen, Crown Princess, Crown Prince, and the firstborn child of the King," Leon said, it felt as if he was thinking hard. "Meaning Father, Mother, Crimson, Zella and I have access to the garden. You said the garden is the palace right? But have never seen it," I said, thinking hard about the garden, I was so sure I had never crossed it. "It's an underground garden, it contains mostly poisonous things," Leon said,

The garden was expansive and opened into another garden that houses rare flowers and herbs. Aurelia noticed a door behind the waterfall and frowned. "What's that door for?" She asked. "You must definitely stay far away from there. It's the king's secret garden where he grows poisonous herbs and plants. There are also rumored to be strange and poisonous animals there. The peripherals around the door are also surrounded by toxins, before you get in there the toxins that must have irritated your skin is enough to drive you crazy and also has the potential to kill" Isabella quickly advised the curious cat before she walked into her death.

I drift off quickly, exhausted from the day, but my rest doesn’t last long. The dream comes again, just as vivid as before. Rmonica stands in her beautiful garden, a serene smile on her face as she tends to the flowers. The colors are vibrant, petals glistening under the soft morning sun. But then, night falls, and the shadows deepen. A cloaked figure appears once again, moving silently among the flowers, carrying the same vial of poison. This time, though, their steps are more hurried, the liquid they pour onto the soil darker, thicker. The poison seeps into the ground faster, spreading its tendrils through the roots of every flower. One by one, the blooms begin to shrivel, the petals crumb

A haze of smoke appeared over the palm and quickly reshaped itself into a plant in a pot. "What's that?" Caleb bit out, awestruck. "A gardenia. It'll blossom when she sets her eyes on it. Its lovely scent has been spelled to poison and traps her there. It'll weaken her powers and if she stays longer in its presence it'll mask her from the moon." Caleb nodded, he was very impressed. She dropped it aside and then produced a spell book that was thinly wrapped. "This one will do the rest of the work. She can't resist a good old spell book, especially this one that's an heirloom."

Instead, he guides me around the side of a building to a walled area I haven’t noticed before. “What is this place?” I ask as he opens a heavy, wooden gate. “See for yourself.” I step through the entrance and freeze. Before me stretches the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. Rows upon rows of herbs and medicinal plants, each one more prized than the last. I see moonbell and silverleaf, dragonfern and nightshade, others so uncommon I’ve only read about them in ancient texts. Everything is perfectly organized, with stone pathways winding between raised beds and a small greenhouse glinting in the afternoon sun.

They smell sweet, intoxicating, but deadly. We emerge into a massive garden, different from the greenhouse we have been in before. A maze of towering rosebushes stretches into the distance, their thorns long as daggers, gleaming like polished obsidian. Vines snake overhead like hungry serpents. It is beautiful and horrifying. The Herald appears behind us, its porcelain mask cracked nearly in half. His head cocks to the side in an unnatural way. It gives the impression that he is breaking, or maybe he is already broken.

Did she want me as much as I wanted her? She repeated: “I said don’t you worry about having poisonous plants on your estate?” I pushed the erotic thoughts from my mind and clasped my hands in front of me. They trembled with desire for her, and I hoped she didn’t notice. “Not at all. In fact. . . .” I hesitated and tried to sound casual. “What?” She could read my mind. I could tell. “All right. I’ll reveal it to you. But don’t tell anyone. I’ve thought of creating a poison garden. An area for poisonous plants. I’d wall it off, of course, so there’d be no risk to anyone, a curious servant or whatever. . . .”

** There are a total of Twelve jars here and I'd like for you to do three thigs for me, One tell me which ones are poisonous and which ones have healing qualities, Two tell me their names and Three what can they heal ** { okay, simple enough } She walked over to the table and looked at the jars one by one then placed them down on the table, Eight on one side and Four on the other side then turned to look at us { These Eight : Night Shade, Blood Grass, Thistle Dew, Rowdy Thorn, Jadedhorn, Wodstart, Hoghew and Gnasham are poison plants while these Four : Honeylily, Willowslade, Sunnyvein and Heartsap are healing plants, with Honeylilly and Willowslade being the cures for Blood Grass and Night

I was their protector, the one they were bound to listen to. But this poison wasn't anywhere being obedient. Compared to Aragon's power and strength, this toxic Ricin seemed powerful enough to let his body go numb. It was prepared using dark magic. And there had to be a human behind all these. Seeing him in that state was my weakness. But after the rejection, I thought everything ended between us. Much to my surprise, sparks were still alive. The moment I touched his forehead, I could absorb that Ricin. He wasn't dead, lying there like a vegetable. The world of poison got simulated, and it was connected to him. The worse he got, the worse my world started tearing apart. Keeping it safe was m

didn’t want to accidently ruin my suit. I could hear my mother and Grandma Cas and Grandpa Tom in the hall chatting and I ran downstairs to greet them. My mother showed them to their room when the rest of the guest arrived. It was nice seeing everyone again, some I hadn’t seen in years. After everyone had settled in I knocked on Grandma’s room. ‘Grandma Cas, can I show you our garden?’ I asked. She was the one who taught my mother how to garden and it was always something we bonded over. Cassandra came outside and smiled ‘Yes! Let’s go’. I led her to the garden and showed her some of the new herbs and plants, she was looking around, grabbed a pair of gloves and pulled something out of the f