Gu Poison Novels & Stories

It would have been fine if Frank knew his place and left, but he kept closing in. Jaud had no choice but to use his trump card ahead of schedule. Suddenly, a dagger laced with purple poison shot toward Frank from the back. "Oh, so that's your move?" Frank snorted as he pivoted and kicked the dagger. "Hah!" As Frank turned, Jaud grabbed a fistful of black powder and threw it at him from up close, laughing, "That poison is a compound combining the essence of over a dozen children and South Sea's toxic seaweed! Even a Skyrank elite would die in agony with just a pinch!"

Well, it really was the feeling Gabriel had for a short amount of time when his system left causing for the poisonous blood thirsty GU in him to constantly urging him to take a thing, as big as size as his width and length to put it at the black hole so it could feel the emptiness he was feeling and suppressing the poisonous blood thirsty GU that was about to break out from his body, surging out without any return. The information about the poisonous blood thirsty GU instantly pop out with a big and bold characters, of course Gabriele saw it but ignored it as he already saw the blood thirsty GU information in its profile that was contracted to be temporary living on his body but still was li

“Because I hate puzzles, especially when they’re wrapped in lies.” He looked down at his empty plate, his voice dropping low. “The doctor found something.” I frowned. “What kind of something?” “Poison,” he said. I blinked. “Poison?” He nodded. “A specific poison, Guapo. The type that lays dormant unless acted upon, then it attacks from within, killing the person says after they ingested the poison. That way, the culprit cannot be traced.” I sat back, absorbing that. For a moment, I almost felt something like pity. Almost. “Who would poison Ari?” I asked quietly.

he demanded as he plopped down on his swivel chair and inside. “I managed to find the type of poison used, and it is an ancient and rare one. It is called Nemir, or undead. A slow-acting poison that kills you after it tortures you. It is still a wonder how they concocted such a lethal poison.” Gelle explained as he presented files to everyone inside the office, Lester skimmed through the file and gritted his teeth in annoyance before telling Gelle to proceed. “What makes it lethal? How does it even work?” Quil, the leader of the elite pack warriors asked as he flipped through the pages in his hand. The other people inside nodded their heads then glanced at Gelle to wait for his answers.

Days later, the thug said I paid him to kill Jessy, said I was so jealous of how close she and Wayne were, I had lost my mind. Jessy cried and begged Wayne to forgive me and the thug. She made herself look noble, forgiving, merciful. After that, the Hilton family hated me. I never did any of that, truly. I had begged Wayne to investigate Jessy's finances. I needed to prove I had nothing to do with that man. They found nothing in her accounts. However, they did find a one million dollar wire transfer from my account that went straight to the thug. Wayne locked me in the basement that night and told me to think it over. He said if I had any shame left, I would kneel and apologize to Jessy.

The poison in her body was similar to wolfsbane, yet very different. It grew in my country, Greece, as a plant called Vok. It was an illegal substance sold on the black market. Only our kind in my country knew about it, and they usually carried it for protection. To avoid detection, they often mixed its powdered form with either metal or gemstones.Putting it on one's skin was harmless, but once the one who possessed the gem or metal rubbed their finger on it and touched food, liquid, or utensils, the poison got stuck on them. Whoever ate, drank, or used those utensils became poisoned. It didn't matter what kind of supernatural being they were.

"The gas... It's a neuro-toxin. It’s designed to wipe the host’s memory. If you breathe it in, Ivy, everything you are... everything we are... will be gone." He slammed the vault door shut, but the gas was already beginning to seep through the vents. They were trapped in a space no larger than a closet. The air was growing thick, the red emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across their faces. The separation from the world was total, leaving only the two of them and the "Poison" that bound them.

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

I expected that; everything did come with a price, and I had learned that. I hadn't been quick enough to notice The Ghost take out an object from his cloak. His hand had also been fully covered with special gloves, just the same color as his coat; the object in his hands was a dart gun. I knew about this; I had seen him use it once. It was no ordinary dart gun; the darts were coated with a deadly toxin; it could incapitate a person on the spot, and it only took a minutes for the poision to spread, leading to a very painful death.

Christopher I take a look at the series of weapons that rest in front of me on the table. These are from the fresh arrival that we got two days back. Yesterday I got a call from Richard telling me to inspect the stock that has arrived. He even suggested that If I like any of them, then I can keep it. Hence, I find myself here examining the guns at the storehouse of a deserted tyre factory. I look around for a while, the sight of the storehouse is really hideous. Stale smoky air dangles in the room, along with the smell of drab abraded leather of the discarded tyres that lie at random spots on the ground. Don't ask me how do we always get some shady place to carry out our work. After all, we