Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

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.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staining his fingers red, and laughed hoarsely. “You’ve always been ruthless,” he rasped, voice cracking. “But poison, Isla? You’d rather watch me choke than finish me with steel? That’s not the woman I knew.” I rose from my chair, my heels clicking against the floor, and leaned over him, close enough that my shadow covered his face. “The woman you knew is dead. What stands here now is someone smarter. Someone who doesn’t make mistakes twice. Steel is quick. Steel leaves a body. But poison…” I brushed my fingers lightly over his chest, where the tremors of his failing strength shivered beneath his skin. “…poison makes people doubt themselves. It

I kept feeling heart-wrenching pain at different parts of my body, only for her to say I was poisoned. Such a humbling moment. It felt as though someone had given me a hard punch in those spots earlier. However, I was right here. I haven't stepped out of this shelter since my arrival. How could someone hit me here without my knowledge? What sort of poison was this? Guess I could accept that someone used a poison I’d never come across and couldn’t even detect. What did Lyra even mean by it shouldn’t have appeared here? Could it have some hidden, devastating abilities?

She is looking around the room with yearning as if it should have been hers but Ida snatched it away from her. "Ida, if you think Leo is yours because you married him, then you are wrong. Your marriage with him only pushed your demise closer. I will kill you for ruining my chances with my Leo" she thought with resentment. She pulled out a small finger-sized bottle from inside her dress and looked at the clear liquid with a sinister smile. "You know what this is Ida? This is a slow poison. But it will kill you faster than other slow poisons available on the market. Seven doses of this, and you will fall dead on the seventh day. Let the countdown begin" she said out loud into the empty room.

His usual glower is across his face, so there is no telling what this is about. Dylan pulls me into his office and his expression changes to a cross between shocked and horrified as he speaks. “Kaiya was poisoned. She is possibly still being microdosed, or was for some time. The readings show high concentrations of a rare poison that can render a wolf unconscious or even kill it,” Dylan says in a tone I have never heard him use before…is that concern? “This poison only has one known antidote and it is even more rare than the poison. This stuff clings to her cells and doesn’t break down easily,” he continues.

he rushes out. “Yes dad, it’s safe here. What’s wrong?” I ask. “I got your note,” his voice trembles and my blood runs cold. “You were right, love. That combination of those tealeaves. They created a poison called nightlight that in strong doses is fatal within minutes but in small doses can drag out for years. Making the victim extremely sick. Now please tell me you haven’t been drinking this.” His voice is thick with fear.

the man ordered. I understood he wanted me to go to the black car, so I did as he said. As I walked, I had to think about how to make the two men suffer from my poison. This type of poison is suitable because it will make the poisoned person dizzy and immediately fall into hallucinations. Still, it has a disadvantage that the poison only works through the respiratory tract. That means they have to inhale it for them to be poisoned. If I apply the poison to their skin, it won't affect them.

I tilt my head back and close my eyes. But the pain in my chest doesn’t wash away. Images of her keep flashing in my head. Her falling. Her gasping. Her body twitching. Her eyes rolling back. The blood. The sound of the glass shattering. Her hand reaching for me. Damnit! I slam my palm against the cold tiles. The pain shoots up my arm, but it doesn’t even compare to what I feel inside. She was poisoned. Not sick. Not tired. Poisoned. Under my roof. Under my damn nose. And I didn’t see it coming.

Her Pov: I’m so tired… utterly drained. I don’t even know how long I’ve been trapped in this endless void of darkness. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A suffocating abyss where time has no meaning, and hope is but a distant memory? I’ve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searching—desperately—for a single glimpse of light. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, the darkness stretches on, infinite and unyielding.

Ferlah was stuck staring at the miserable Tarah, sobbing in front of her. "Don't bother. There's no cure for this poison anyway, " Master Ariah said even though she could barely utter her words clearly. Master Ariah's face was hopeless and pitiful. It pained Ferlah seeing her like this even though they just met. Dark frost poison is death itself. Like any of those people who were poison by this, they would end up losing hope once it was already in their blood. They don't only die because of this but also from the anxiety, stress and depression that they would go through, accelerating their death as the days passed by until the poison had reached every inch of their body.