Novel & Cerita Male Poison Ivy

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

Colt said out loud. “Hold on.” Relaxing my entire body, I focused on creating these beautiful vines with massive purple and white flowers. In the middle, they had little needles that shot out poison into their victim. Opening my eyes, I watched them grow around the surrounding trees. The Vaewolves seemed uneasy about them as they bounced from foot to foot.

I said and she beamed. "Anything for you, my princess." She replied happily and I smiled at her again. The poison was a very deadly one, it was referred to as the "Purple poison", I didn't know why. It was a very rare and expensive poison, so basically, only the rich could kill with it. It contained a very deadly substance known as Aconitum and what I loved about it was that it carried normal symptoms of fever.

“Took a fall while gathering herbs. There’s a ball in two days I need to attend. I’ll be needing some poison ivy vine—enough to bring the swelling down quickly.” He was already moving, rummaging through the crates behind his stall with a haste that sent dried herbs scattering. “Poison ivy vine, poison ivy vine… I know I have it here somewhere… Ah!” He emerged triumphantly, a small bundle wrapped in brown paper clutched in his hands. “Here we are. Freshly dried, potent as they come.” He pressed it into my hands, but when I reached for my coin purse, he waved me off with an impatient gesture.

I have to do something but what? In that moment, I got an idea.. Back in Nishkapur I was thought how to make to make poisonous with some flowers, it wasn't really necessary but I had to learn it just in case of situations like this.. Thankfully, there was a particular flower here that I needed to make a deadly poison, its called #White_snakeroot. Its a very beautiful flower but its very deadly.. Once affected by the flower's poison, you'll be dead in an instant and the best part is it can't be detected and the victim doesn't need to feel pain or suffer. Once consumed the victim dies without a feeling any discomfort.

If Mister Yair simply failed to see what the issue was like the doctors who came before him, it would not cause Damian any further damage; however, Mister Yair had given Damian a medication that could potentially kill Damian and Leon simply could not stand idly by. "Poison? What do you mean?" Both Damian and Patrick were shocked. "If I'm not mistaken, Damian has been poisoned with Veratrum poison! It's a poison that works over the course of a long period of time, made with seven kinds of poisonous herbs. One of them is Veratrum nigrum. The toxic element of this plant will be maximized when mixed with Panax and you might die right away if you take the Snow Panax Pill!" Leon deadpanned.

"What's that?" "It's a poisonous plant," Irene explained. "You can extract enough poison to kill two oxen with a single shrub." However, she had no idea who would poison Dennis—he had been admired and loved during his time at Hotmesh Research, and no one held enmity against him. "Maybe he consumed it by mistake?"

“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.”

She checked her vitals, muttering to the nurse beside her and calling for scans. Then she paused; her expression dropped.My stomach dropped with it. “What is it?” I asked. She looked at me. “She’s been poisoned,” “I know,” I snapped. “Tell me what kind.” The doctor swallowed. “Nightshade Vine.” The name hit me like a slap. I knew that plant. Everyone did. It was banned from every pack territory in the kingdom for a reason. “The toxin has a six-hour incubation period,” the doctor went on, “After that, the victim’s mind begins to slip. They become disoriented. Their scent spikes. Their body…” she hesitated, “...is forced into heat.”

“And tell me what kind of wound Ivan had. I know the arrow was silver tipped—all vamp arrows are when they’re messing with weres. And I remember you said it was yew. What’s yew?” Selecting an apple from the pile of food on the plate, I take a bite, chew slowly and enjoy it with my eyes closed. When I open my eyes again, Ian’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, and I think I’d best get distracting him. “Yew is a shrub. In some parts of the world, it grows into a tree. All parts of it are poisonous, including the wood used for the arrow shaft. Is there something you’re not telling me about Ivan?”