Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

my tone was icy, "The poison coursing through your veins isn't something any run-of-the-mill alchemist could whip up in a dusty corner of their workshop. No, this is something special. Deadly enough to paralyze even the strongest of wolves, yet… merciful enough to keep you alive." He tried to twist his neck to look at me, but that was impossible. His hands trembled as he clawed weakly at the floor. "You poisoned me?" he rasped. "Yes, dear friend. I did." I moved to stand in front of him, crouching so we were face to face. "Do you know what's unique about this poison, Nelfas? It doesn't kill immediately. Oh no, that would be far too kind. It makes you feel like you're teetering on the edge of

I whispered, nodding to myself. Laura's laugh was dark, echoing in the confined space, devoid of any real joy, only malice. "Oh, Sophia, you're catching on. We've been involved in his 'issues' for quite some time now. Let's just say, the poison was quite effective, wasn't it? A slow burn, designed to leave him utterly helpless. And look where it's gotten him. And you." She gestured at my bound wrist, a smug satisfaction radiating from her.

I nodded once at Ethan. Ethan moved fast, pulling the iron chair across the floor until it screeched like nails on glass. He shoved Jared onto it, forcing his arms behind him and chaining him to the frame. Jared struggled weakly, but his injuries made it laughable. I circled behind him, slow steps, letting the silence stretch until it pressed down like a weight. “You know the thing about poison?” I murmured from the shadows. “It’s a coward’s weapon. A knife takes courage. A bullet takes precision. But poison? Poison is for men who can’t face their enemy eye to eye.”

Emilio. Like always, she tasted like heaven on earth. Her juices were like a sweet heavenly nectar that was food for my soul. Fuck… she was and will always be mine. Heart, body and soul. I watched with a heavy heart as she drifted off to sleep. The dark circles around her eyes had become more prominent. No matter how much water she drank, she still looked dehydrated. She told me the poison was iron mixed with silver. Who knew iron was this deadly to her? Not even silver could kill a werewolf this quickly.

I pointed at the bottle, "it won't kill him immediately... It will just slowly deteriorate his inner wolf... Gradually in a way no one would really suspect... It is a slow-acting poison and by the time he has figured out that he's been poisoned and his health is not just randomly failing it will be too late to do anything about it," She looks at the bottle thoughtfully then stretches her hand to lay It down on the table in front of her. "How can I be sure that you're telling me the truth?" She said frankly, "there is nothing stopping you from lying to me right now... It could easily be a quick poison and.... " Before she could finish I took the poison myself and placed some droplets on my mo

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?

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.