Instruments Of Cyanide Novels & Stories

he soothed. My eyes had begun to drift closed, but they flew open at the sight I caught over his shoulder. Konah had reached my father and Kormen’s mother. My father made no move to escape or fight, just lifted his chin as though welcoming whatever came. Kormen’s mother screamed and twitched as though she’d try to run, but Konah gave her no time. Without preamble, he thrust both clawed hands forward into their chests. A wet, sucking sound met my ears as he drew both fists back, covered in blood and gore with their hearts clenched in his hands. Dropping the organs to the floor he made his way to the door and seconds later I heard Amelia’s screams. I must have made a sound of distress because

The overwhelming acidity used to make my eyes water and nose cringe, but I’ve become used to it. Whimpers and pleads for mercy echo from Dillon’s swinging body. His head sunk low between his shoulders, with limited strength to hold it higher. Walking up to the table Fletcher set up earlier, I scan the different instruments. Each silver blade dipped in a beautiful concoction of wolfsbane, cyanide, and some poppy. Fletcher’s mom has a wondrous way with herbs, the blend of her special concoction. Goddess, help the poor sod who dares to cross her. My fingers landing on the hilt of my favorite option among those presented to me.

"I love you so much." *** When I woke up the next morning, Lucian still sat in the same chair, his head bent over his phone. The doors opened and a doctor walked in, a clipboard in his hands. "Miss Malea Hayes you are lucky to be alive right now. The poison that was ingested by you was Hydrogen Cyanide in its liquidated form and if we didn't find you at the time we did, you would've died." He flipped through the clipboard papers. Lucian sucked in a harsh breath.

“Correct. All of your answers are acceptable, but what if we don’t have the equipment? You see, back in the past, ancient alchemists know their elements by heart due to seasoned experience and of course, magic.” Dupont looked at the white powdery solution over his left hand. “This is sodium chloride...” “That’s salt!” the students mumbled. “Exactly, and what do you think this other substance is?” Some of the students come closer to look at the white powder floating over the professor’s right hand. It looked like finely ground table salt as well. “I can detect a slight almond scent...” said a girl about Dorin’s age. “Is it cyanide?”

Then I snapped a photo and added it to the file. Outside, the packhouse carried on. Damien was somewhere upstairs, resting. Selene was moving inside, scanning, calculating. Elder Vance, wherever he was, was either waiting to see what I’d find or already gearing up to respond. I remembered Cassian: Be careful today. My phone buzzed. Nadia: Second compound partially identified. Synthetic. Custom made—not from a standard supplier. Someone had this manufactured. Aria, this took serious resources. I read it twice. Custom poison. Serious money and connections.

“Why do you look like you have seen a ghost?” She holds the door and starts to close it. “I have nothing to say to you. Leave before I call the cops.” “Oh, you are gonna change your mind.” I dip my hand into my pocket. Holding up a small vial between my thumb and index finger, I ask, “Do you recognize what this is?” Odette’s eyes zero in on the text on the stained label on the vial. CYANIDE.

However, the crowd wanted nothing to do with the toxin. Kaze opened his eyes and took the jar from June. He took a whiff and closed his eyes. “What? Weren’t you acting like you were all that? Are you too scared to drink it now?” June looked annoyed. “Just admit defeat. Kneel and apologize—” Kaze interrupted her. “Red arsenic, strychnos, bufotoxin, lytta, datura metel, realgar, Nerium…” Kaze opened his eyes and looked at June with a smile. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, June. This is quite a fatal dose.”

I straightened slightly, meeting the stunned gazes around me without hesitation. “Her Majesty was poisoned with cyanide,” I said evenly. “The repeated exposure caused pulmonary edema and severe abdominal fluid accumulation. The compound I just administered contains methylene blue, which counteracts cyanide toxicity at the cellular level and alleviates hypoxia.”

Cynthia asked. “You’ll need a lot of knowledge for that, your highness. I’ll give you a syringe that would kill the baby and even the mother if care is not taken in less than seven seconds. It is very effective as the poison used is the strongest in the w...“ “How much stronger than cyanide?” She asked as it was her way of checking how poisonous substances could be. “I’d say 101%. Just try me out.” Cassandra told her convincingly and they both nodded, convinced.

The man was tall but slim. He was a handsome guy, even if he looked a little haggard at the moment. Judging from his pulse and complexion, Xyla was convinced that he was poisoned. It seemed that he had taken in a high concentration of sodium cyanide. Sodium cyanide was extremely toxic. The golden timeframe to save someone from cyanide poisoning was within ten to twenty minutes. He would die once they missed the golden timeframe. There were only two ways to cure cyanide poisoning. The first one was using Chinese medicine to detoxify his body. However, it was impossible for them to find any herbs or herbal medicine in the exhibition hall. Even if they managed to find it somewhere else, they wo