Male Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

“I heard an explosion, and I ran to see what was going on. I got caught up in it and managed to escape in time to come here.” I nodded and looked around the quiet campsite. “Gather our strongest men… we will go there immediately,” I tell him. He nodded, but before he could run off, I called after him. “James,” I said, halting him. “Did you find out what the poison was?” He nodded again. “Yes, Sire. It was Nightshade. Slow-moving, yet deadly. There isn’t an actual cure for it. Once it’s in your system, it’s only a matter of time before death follows.”

“To honor her.” My throat bobbed painfully, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply walked forward, sinking onto the stool beside Ivy’s bed. The sight of her body, lying so still, was nearly too much to bear. Her skin, once full of life and warmth, had taken on a strange pallor, starting to decay. Patches of gray and purple spread across her arms and neck, the venom already working its way through her system. Her body was sweaty, the scent of her decay mixing with the faint, lingering smell of pumpkin spice—the scent that had always intoxicated me.

Madness. The small shrub, Madenolia insansum, grew beautiful blossoms that came in shades of white to blush pink. It was under the poisonous section of the book, coming with a warning to steer clear of it as even a brush of the petals could allow the toxic residue to infiltrate the skin and enter the bloodstream. Though little was known about it, it was believed the toxin could reach the brain and destroy neurons, over time resulting in insanity, or madness. It only grew on the very high mountain tops, somewhere near the present location of IceSword Pack.

I asked firmly this time and I could see him run his hands through his head. Werewolves of this pack were strong, vicious and ruthless. Diego let out an exasperated puff of air. "The mate is pregnant and nightshades kill pregnant mates" BINGO! "Nightshade, the Night shade, the common house plant? No wonder it isn't common around here but I think I have seen a maid with it." "Yes because other people who aren't pregnant use it ." This makes so much sense and I am sure if I can get hold of the plant,

After wrapping his hand with handkerchief, he took out a yellow coloured flower which was blotted by purple imprints which looked like as if web of blue veins are running through it.  (Scientific name: Hyoscyamus niger common name. : henbane) Everyone's curiosity was on fire after seeing a, plant in Stephano's hand. Luca came forward in order to touch the shrinked leaves of the plant(since it was plucked previous day therefore it leaves were bit shrinked) but Stephano jerked his hands away and shouted, "Are you fool? This is a poisonous plant or else I wouldn't have used handkerchief to pick it. It can cause rashes on skin.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

"Why?" "This tree is called Antiaris Toxicaria Lesch. I remember reading that this tree produces latex could be made into a kind of poison that can cause muscle spasms and cardiac arrested. Tomorrow, we'll make some bows and arrows and cover them in this poison. My archery skills are the best in my military region," Jasper said confidently. Stella smiled slightly and said, "I have a feeling that we can live in the deep mountains and forests for the rest of our lives." Jasper scratched Stella's nose. "If you accidentally get poisoned by it, the grass under it can be used to eliminate the poison."

Rage she had to bite down on until it burned the back of her throat. She refused to give weight to his lie, to the twisted claim that she had drugged him that night. That was his poison, not hers, and she would not drink it. No, what stuck beneath her skin, what scraped her raw, was his certainty, his dismissal that there was nothing on her he hadn’t already seen. As if that night, when he was drunk enough to stumble, drunk enough to forget his own name if she whispered it wrong… was a truth that gave him ownership over her body. As if his blurred memory was all the proof he needed to strip her of her dignity now.