Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

I sat in silence, staring at the desk, my heart pounding with dread. When the doctor finally returned, the tension in the room became unbearable. He held a clipboard, his expression grim. “The herb is Oleander,” he announced. “It’s highly toxic. Depending on the dosage, it can cause severe health issues over time. In your grandfather’s case, I believe it led to heart failure.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands gripped the arms of the chair as I forced out the question burning in my mind. “Was he the only one affected?”

"Father, inviting another physician might yield the same result." At this moment, the senior lady spoke, "Summon our family's physician." The senior lady often consulted the Tham family physician for daily health matters and had relied on him since her youth. The Anderson family physician was a position passed down for generations, and his words were beyond reproach. The Anderson family physician promptly arrived, and Beta Henry instructed someone to show him the Nerium oleander. He frowned upon seeing it. Beta Henry asked, "Does this have odor-neutralizing properties?" The Anderson family physician naturally shook his head. "Nerium oleander is a poisonous plant. I've never heard of it havin

Lucianne shook her head again before she said, “No. The last thing I remember was the pain spreading from my left calf. And the smell of the poison.” “Smell?” Dr Karr asked. “Yeah. Being a wolf, I’ve never come into contact with Oleander in any way. I’ve read about them but I’ve never studied their properties. Yesterday was the first time I got its scent. It smells terrible, doesn’t it? What’s it made of anyway? I know there must be mercury, salt and granite. But what’s the last thing I’m missing?”

Dominic's voice came from somewhere behind me, deadly quiet in the way that meant someone was about to die. "The symptoms are consistent with oleander poisoning," she said, her voice clinical but her eyes worried. "It's a plant that's commonly used in landscaping, but every part of it is highly toxic. Even small amounts can cause severe cramping, bleeding, and in pregnant women..." She trailed off, but the implication hung in the air like a death sentence. "It causes the body to reject the pregnancy," I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.

Oleander regarded her daughter with a weary look, which was tainted with another emotion that Genève could not figure out. “Yes, I will assist you, darling. In fact, I have a whole jar of amber in my room I will get it. You are right–it is time to settle this for the last time.” Oleander went into her room and began rifling through her herbs. She found one with a pinch of powder in it. Shaking her head, she picked up a second container. It was almost half full. She dumped the second one into the first and happily walked into the kitchen, shaking the spice as she passed.