Garden Of Poison Novels & Stories

something I couldn’t name? Finnian had been busy, digging into the past, tracing the poison that had killed Rowan’s heir moons ago. He’d confirmed it hadn’t come from my garden. I’d destroyed every dangerous flower long ago,burned them until even the ashes were gone. My garden was safe enough now for a child to wander through unharmed. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called. Jared stepped inside, bowing slightly. “Your Highness. Here’s what you asked for.” He held up a small glass bottle of honey, golden in the light.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

I had studied poisons in college for one semester and I was pretty sure that I knew how to extract the poison from the flower, and what dose to apply. The problem was finding the flower. The entire garden was completely spotless. The gardeners must have worked extra hard, with the way that I couldn't even find a weed out of place. But Tynil grew widely and were very resistant to pruning. I just needed to look harder. As I searched, I was conscious of the way the sun moved closer and closer to the west. Nighttime was creeping closer. Very soon, one of the chefs would come out to inquire about what was taking me so long. And then I would have no other choice than to go back to the kitchen with

It turned out that Briley had planted two poisonous plants in the small garden of Anna's mother. One was called Ghost Nightshade , whose fruit resembled small tomatoes, and the other was a plant commonly known as Drunken Heart Flower, which was highly toxic—its scent alone could cause hallucinations. Years ago, Briley had visited her pregnant sister, Tiffany, and intentionally picked some Ghost Nightshade fruits, mixing them into a bowl of small tomatoes to trick her sister into eating them. Just two of those fruits were enough to kill a child, as their toxicity was immense.

Teleporting, I stepped into the garden, the only place I could find peace, it was my escape, I needed to be away from them, I needed to clear head, closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma in my surroundings, “Mm... who doesn't love the smell of fresh souls being tortured,” I chuckled. Gawking ahead, I watched Hell's flames danced at the main gate, the other day it was so steady and calm, but today it was blazing wildly as if it was angry. Strolling around, I touched each plant, fondling their blossoms, but a particular one caught my attention. It was the smallest of the thousands of species here, I have never seen it before maybe one of the gardeners planted it, it had dark

I didn't know what to call him as he turned to face me with his large scissors. When he turned to face me, his eyes was drawn directly from behind me to the house's back wall. When I turned around, I spotted Lupins planted there and on the ground. There is a lot comparison to their main house's marble jar. To my excitement, I ran over there, and then I touched one, unaware that it was harmful, and I remembered Adams' mother mentioning they were poisonous, so I was terrified. The gardener dashed up to me, sucked the blood off my finger, and spit it away. He did it like someone always does when a snake bites them, but turning behind me, I spotted Adams staring darkly at me with Aria.

He looked around, his brow furrowed in a rare display of confusion. They weren't in a dark court or a prison. They were in a garden. But it was a garden of silver. The trees were made of spun platinum, their leaves tinkling like wind chimes in a breeze that smelled of ozone and lilies. The sky was a deep, permanent twilight, filled with stars that were too large and too bright to be real. "The Eighth Circle," Vane whispered, his hand going to the hilt of his hidden blade. "The Garden of Lost Intentions."

But the faint small black orbs growing on the roots of its vines, gave it all away. Belladonna. Or as it's affectionally known to the world—Deadly Nightshade. And the more I looked, the more of it I saw. She had a garden growing of this stuff, and the visceral feeling I was getting from this wasn't good. "Lauren." I called out. "Quickly get me a Ziplock bag and a towel please." I stayed hunched on my knees, trying to study why she had suddenly gained an interest in deadly poisons.

"You have entered the realm of the Forgotten, where secrets lie buried and destinies are entwined." Curiosity surged within me, intertwining with a cautious fascination. "Who are you? What truths do you hold?" The figure's lips curled into a melancholic smile. "I am the Guardian of the Forgotten, the keeper of lost knowledge. The answers you seek lie within, but beware, for every truth unveiled comes at a cost." With her words lingering in the air, the garden transformed. The once tranquil oasis turned treacherous, vines snaking and twisting, threatening to ensnare us. A dance of light and shadow began, the flora shifting and warping, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

*"Mean sister. Mother said you'd be mean." The Weaver sighs. *"Enough games."* She snaps her fingers. The cathedral walls dissolve, revealing a garden. --- **The Garden of Lost Causes** Roots writhe beneath a bruise-colored sky, their tendrils cradling cocoons of translucent membrane. Inside each, a figure floats-Eden as a king, Eden as a corpse, Eden as a wolf with galaxies caught in his fur. The Weaver strolls among them, trailing her needle. *"Every possibility,"* she murmurs. *"Every *failure*. I've nurtured them all. Waiting for you to choose."*