Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

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.

“I'm sure Phoenix wouldn't care about that!... Wait, did you say she was poisoned? By what? By who?” “Yes, I said she was poisoned. I don't have the results to tell me for sure what poison yet, but I would say it was done while she was with that Alpha, maybe even by the Alpha himself.” “But still poisoned by what? There isn’t much that can really hurt us..” “I have narrowed it down to... I think it is silver. I think he hid it in the blood bags he gave to Scarlett... Maybe even in his own blood... I just need the results to know for sure”

I exhaled through my nose, slow, controlled, the kind of breath I had learned to use when I wanted to avoid turning a conversation into something bloody. “Say it,” I muttered. Robert didn’t flinch, but I could tell he was bracing himself anyway. “I found a trace of the same poison in her bloodstream,” he said. “That’s the bad news.” For a second, nothing moved in me. Even the sound around the tent felt like it dimmed. My mind caught on the word before it fully settled. Poison. The same one from the royal wolf. My body went still in a way that had nothing to do with control and everything to do with instinct.

“You said you were sorry, but you lied. Mother was right, you are nothing but a liar, a Casanova. And to think I went through all the trouble to drug you. Do you know that the wine you drank was filled with poison?” I suck a painful breath. Why won’t my wrist heal? Just what kind of poison is she talking about? Just then, a pain, as thick as the trunk of a tree and as bright as lightning, shoots through my body from my feet to my head. My vision explodes in red and I stagger back, clutching my neck.

The entrance door closed, and Lars spoke “Go ahead.” From Sophronia's gaze, Lars knew for sure that Keelin's condition wasn't that simple. Because there were three other people there, she didn't say everything. "Yes" Sophronia without delay went straight to the main content “The poison the lady got hit with was Srise, not a rare one. It is a colorless, odorless liquid that is difficult to detect. The poisoner can mix this into the lady's daily food and drink. You can use this point to find that person. Perhaps because she was poisoned not long ago, the amount of poison in the lady's body was not much, due to the double effect, the poison suddenly appeared."

I nodded to him and walked toward the dining area. I looked at the table and a small bottle caught my attention. It's shining, and it's blue. I saw how Gayle immediately took it and hid it in his pocket. "My bad, my medicine got stuck here." His medicine? Ts Just say it you bitch, I might be dumb but I'm not that stupid to not recognize that. That's a freaking poison! That is part of what Psalm taught us. About poisons. And that one is the poison of asthenia. It's a poison that makes a person weak! This snake! Does he still plan to poison Saint?

Now her words returned to me, “I'm so sorry,” she cried, “it will be over soon, don't worry,” she told me, making me nod. Those were her words, I didn't pay attention because at the moment it was only her words that mattered but now that I think of it, she was so sure, and it was because she planned to execute before he did. Only she was halfway short. I continued reading and then I found out that the poison took effect slowly, he was unconsciously swallowing the poison she fed him and even after her death she put a maid to it.

He was not surprised and he did not ask how it happened, he just knew that the girl loved him and even though she pretended like she didn't, he knew that she did. Irene gave him the poison that he was supposed to give Zoe, the same poison that the arrow was dipped in to kill his father. Irene had claimed that she got the poison from her mother, and how her mother got the poison was a mystery. The poison was a black liquid in a glass bottle and when Jake collected it, he left the room to go to Zoe's and give the poison to her. One drop, one drop was all it would take for Fay to die.