Is Ink Poisoning Real Novels & Stories

Logan asked, his eyes scanning the large room they had just entered. Mercy shrugged. “Not really. I mean, it’s a good job. But it’s hard work. And it comes with some risks. Like fume poisoning. Stuff like that.” The walls were lined with shelves. On the shelves were various -sized glass containers with different colored liquids inside. Logan’s eyes narrowed as he took in all the containers. There were literally hundreds of them. “These are all…poisons?” he asked. Like everyone, he’d heard rumors that Blackseed had poisons, but he’d never imagined anything like this. This was insane.

“Charmine, are you crazy?” “Do you know what poison this is?” “This poison is a work of M35 Lab for many years! No one who touched this poison made it past three years up until now!” “I hope you’ll be less pompous about this!” Charmine merely said, “Cut the nonsense. One word: yes or no?”

The Major explained that it was because I told them to stop eating and just drink the fake iced tea. A forensic examiner approached Chief Velasquez and reported, “Sir, the poisonous substance is present in all of the plates and utensils. The mouths of the glasses also have traces of them. This is, no doubt, a case of mass food poisoning.” Another forensic examiner stood beside his colleague. “Sir, we found traces of activated charcoal, magnesium oxide, and tannic acid in the fake iced tea.” “Those are the components of the Universal Antidote,” Toto supplemented and the second examiner agreed.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

Not only that, but it would also cause insomnia, leading to neurasthenia in the long run. The poison was not fatal, but it was very torturous. Even minor illnesses and small injuries could cause excruciating pain. Coupled with long-term insomnia and poor mental health, even the healthiest body could be worn down by it. Blair took the document and looked at it with no emotions on his pale face. “Is there any antidote to the poison?” Solomon frowned. “There’s no antidote for it, and the hospital is still researching on it.” Blair closed the file and looked at his bandaged wound.

Suzy used her hands to speak as well, tapping her index fingers repeatedly. “They have his father, so taking out the son would only make it easier for them to take everything that belongs to the Moonbloom Pack. This poison isn’t what anyone would see in the library…” “I won’t let that happen.” I interrupted him whilst he was still speaking. “This poison is very unique. It can be poured inside his drink, inside his food, or worse, on his skin.” The Healer tugged at his collar repeatedly. The level of nervousness among everyone in this office was quite high.

he told me. I looked at him with a puzzled look. “Dad, what do you mean by the poison is rare?” I asked in a slur. He hesitated for a while before he answered me, “Your poison doesn't exist. Your blood was collected and is being circulated all Over the lab in Nightshade medical home for the experiment. The poison had affected your tendons and any vein in your body and if the solution to your poison is not identified before the next three days then I'm afraid your legs would be cut off,”

“Poisoned?” Lilian was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. The doctor rattled off a string of medical jargon that went completely over her head. Seeing her confusion, he switched to simpler terms. This time, Lilian understood. James had been poisoned. It was a case of chronic poisoning. The toxin was water soluble, colorless, and tasteless. When consumed in small amounts, it caused no obvious symptoms. But with prolonged exposure, it gradually seeped into the body’s organs and became fatal.

“Now what the hell is this?” I leaned in. The liquid inside was a murky, greenish-blue, with tiny specks floating around in it. The sight of it sent an uneasy shiver down my spine. Abel didn’t touch it. “Whatever this is, it ain’t somethin’ you want gettin’ into your water.” I sat back, crossing my arms. “So it is poison. I was right.” “Could be. Could be worse.” “Worse?” I shot him a look. “What’s worse than poisoning an entire water supply?”