Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

Before Sandra could respond, Taylor anxiously looked at Faye. Faye pursed her lips and whispered, "Felton's poisoning is the result of a kind of affection poison, like a love potion." Sandra and Taylor stiffened, their expressions revealing astonishment. An affection poison? Was it the kind they had in mind? Tension and unease filled the air. Without leaving them in suspense for too long, Faye quickly provided an answer. "It's the Lovers' Poison." In the Reed family, various forms of affection poisons existed. However, within their understanding, only one type of poison prevailed—a poison known as Lovers' Poison.

“This is for you. The Empress has offered it.” Ariel smiles and accepts the drink. She gulps it down in one go, not realizing the poison in it. The silver poison is bewitched in a way that it is nearly undetectable and will only take effect after a few hours. The memory shifts again and this time, Aryan sees Ariel in her chamber. She is vomiting blood and is trying to call for help but the poison has spread to her blood, causing her to double over in pain. The girl cannot scream as her tonsils burn and she is gurgling red liquid, choking on her own blood until she finally dies.

I asked, voice even but edged with impatience, a subtle tremor of excitement hiding beneath my calm. He stepped closer, leaning in as if to underscore the significance of his words. “This poison,” he said, “is one of a kind. Even a giant would fall to it.” The weight of that claim pressed against me, and I let a small, wicked smile tug at the corner of my mouth. Exactly what I wanted to hear. My chest tightened, a surge of adrenaline and dark satisfaction coiling together, feeding the quiet rage that burned beneath my skin.

I sighed, and she bit her lower lip. "Thanks for not letting me die." She softly said, and I nodded. "I would never..." I sighed, and she nodded. "Do you know what happened?" She asked, "The refreshments were poisoned. I don't believe the final target was you and Axelled, but the queen." I sighed and rolled out a little chair to the edge of her bed. "What kind of poison?" She asked, "Hydrangea Poisson," I confessed, "They were aiming to kill." she bit her lower lip, and I nodded.

Louisa whispered, covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide with surprise. We knelt cautiously, and I reached out my hand toward the body, feeling its unnatural coldness. “Louisa, smell this. Do you have any idea what that bitter smell is?” I said, though I already had a suspicion. Louisa inhaled deeply, her nose wrinkling in disgust and horror. Her eyes widened, recognizing the poison. “It's aconite,” she hissed in panic. “It's a lethal dose. A fast-acting, powerful poison that paralyzes the respiratory system and the heart. It's clean, leaving no trace of blood.”

“You took my shoes and tied me to a bed. Forgive me if I’m not sorry.” “Your shoes are on the floor next to the bed,” Kian snaps, clearly irritated by my snark. “You can have them when we’ve concluded our business.” My interest piques. “Business?” Frost cuts in before Kian can speak again, his voice low. “The poison. The shadow was after me, but it attacked you too. We’ve been poisoned.” “As you’ve already told me,” I say impatiently. “But I feel fine.” “That’s how it works,” Frost tells me. “You’ll feel fine until you don’t. The pain will come and go as the poison destroys you from the inside. Eventually, we will both die without the antidote.”

Before I could blink, I dropped to my knees shifting back to myself. I could feel a sharp prickle at my side. Whatever was laced with that small knife was spreading rapidly throughout my blood like wildfire. I tried to stand, but staggered and slumped back to the floor. My body contracted. My blood felt like it was clotting. My lungs felt clamped, unable to expand. The realisation hit me like lightning. My body burned with an unnatural fever. I had been poisoned with mistletoe—a deadly poison meant to kill or neutralize a wolf based on the amount received.

“I… She has been feeding my son poison, and trying to control him using it. That’s why he’s actually in the clinic. We are working on detoxing him.” “What?” he stood. The horror in his eyes was not exaggerated. I felt that same horror before, even worse, I lived it. So I understood. “Asher was POISONED?” “Not a usual poison, not the regular kind,” lder Miriam explained, finally setting her surprisingly empty cup down. She had really drank all of it while it was still steaming hot. “It’s the kind that can make anyone mad. It can turn you against your own mate, against your child, against anyone you hold dear, if you let it touch you.”

I picked up a pale blue poison and looked at Ayame, asking her to tell me about it. "This is Emaline. It's a poison commonly used by wives who tire of their husbands for whatever reason. The instructions are as follows: When the target goes to sleep, slip three drops into their mouth and go to sleep. When morning breaks, the target will have breathed their last. It's untraceable, and autopsies conclude natural causes," she explained. "What a cute little poison," I said with a smile.

I search my chest for the source of the pain; to realise the wolf teddy I had just placed in my inner pocket was burning me. I remove it, my fingers suddenly burning as I hold my son’s wolf teddy in my grasp, the entire plushie now holding the distinctive smell of wolfsbane. It was poisoned; I have been poisoned by my own husband…he would rather murder me than let me leave. I only had a matter of time before the poison consumes me fully. I drop the toy, my throat swelling as I start to lose vision in one eye…panicking, I move to the ensuite, washing my eyes out with tap water before placing my finger into the back of my throat and forcing the potion back up.