روايات وقصص ضمن Garden Of Poison

A Garden. My Garden. But… wrong. So terribly wrong. The vibrant, weeping chaos of my wild growth is mirrored here in razor-sharp order. Crystal trees grow in mathematically precise grids, leaves like shards of stained glass catching sterile light. Rivers flow in straight lines, bubbling with engineered nutrients, devoid of sentient fish or whispering currents. Vines snake with predatory efficiency, thorns gleaming like surgical steel. It’s a Null Garden. Cloned. Grown from the tissue they scraped off me during a hundred captures, a thousand experiments. My stolen flesh, twisted into this… this parasite.

I smirked absentmindedly as I leaned back the chair. Belladona? It probably means ‘a beautiful lady’ I scoffed off and grinned wider. You can’t fool me, Ben. I know what you mean. The devil's cherry, the deadly nightshade-- you know what’s its name? Belladonna. The most beautiful yet poisonous flower in the garden of the south. Search it up, maybe you’ll see my name in the list soon.

in Ivy’s womb was sucked out of her, flowing through Dante’s arm and into the pillar. "Dante, no!" Isabella screamed, her form beginning to flicker and stretch. "You'll collapse the entire layer! We'll be trapped in the ash!" "I'd rather be a ghost in the ash with her than a King in your palace," Dante roared. The walls began to shatter. But instead of the white room or the mercury sea, a different reality began to bleed through the cracks. It was a garden—a real garden, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. It was the garden from the very first chapter, but it was overgrown, the statues covered in ivy, the fountain dry.

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth

Chapter Eighteen Eileen crouched beneath the trees, brushing away the leaves that clung to the hem of her gown. She didn’t care about the wrinkles or the dirt or the fact that she was supposed to be "Luna" now. What did the title mean when she couldn't even breathe without someone watching? The breeze shifted. Distant voices fluttered past the trees, carried in little fragments: “…stormed out of the Grand Hall—” “…snapped at Elder Phinehas—”

The maids who had once consoled her now dared not speak in her favor, fearing they'd become the next victims. One evening, as Bloom labored in the garden, Leah and Stasia decided to take their campaign to a new level. They slipped into the garden, unseen by the guards, and scattered seeds of poisonous plants among the flowers Bloom tended with care. The next morning, Bloom awoke to a garden in full bloom, its colors vibrant and intoxicating. Unbeknownst to her, the deadly seeds had already taken root. As she tended to the blossoms, the sinister duo watched from a distance, their faces twisted in cruel satisfaction.

"This oleander pollen poison is really uncomfortable." Chapter 27: Elder Morgan Discovers Katherine's Hideout? (Eliza's POV) "Miss Eliza, please bear with it, we'll be back at Maple Garden soon." Ivy's face was twisted with worry as she helped me walk. I leaned heavily against her, my body weak from the oleander poisoning. The irony of my situation wasn't lost on me. I had pretended to be poisoned to escape William's scheme. Now I was actually suffering from real poison. Maple Garden had oleander growing outside its walls. Having grown up in the Northern Territory wilderness, I knew this toxic plant well.

Then I walked out. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out and saw that it was a call from my assistant, Pedro. Accepting the call, I pressed the phone to my ear and asked. “Yeah?” “Sir,” Pedro said breathlessly. “It’s about the poison the man that had snuck into our laboratory ingested. I don’t know how, but the plant used in making that poison is Teal Orchid, the plant we’re still researching. The same one that only grows in that deserted region no mammal, shifter, or human can survive.”

And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince. I groan and gently flip the page to the one about Garden Sprites, a small, green plant that was rumored to cute all known poisons, it was nearly impossible to find though, and usually they grew in wastelands in the Greenland continents, and those areas were overrun with all sorts of creatures. Rogue wolves, dark covens of witches, vampires and the like. Not a place you'd want to be. I tap thoughtfully on the page and consider the usefulness of this plant. It could cure Alpha Ezra instantly and we'd finally get to yank Tristan off the seat. But with the rarenes