Novel & Cerita My Wart Is Turning Black

It is a poison for which there is no cure. “She was in her second night of childbirth,” Magnus continues just as quietly. “The healer here, made her a tea, but put the wrong sap in it.” “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “You never use the white sap in tea or anything to be eaten or drank. The sisters are backwards; the black tree produces white sap while her white sister makes black. Untrained healers will make the mistake not knowing that they produce the opposite.” As we enter the longhouse, he has to duck to enter, Magnus says, “I have been told that the black tree can also be used to camouflage a person’s scent.”

“You’re a witch now.” She said it like a correction. Like a fact. Like she was adjusting my name. Then her gaze flicked to my right hand. “And look at that,” she muttered. “It’s getting worse.” Confused, I lifted my hand. My pulse jumped. Only a few spots of skin still held their normal color. The rest… was nearly black. It was spreading fast, the black streak now at my wrist. Was it because I kept using my powers? I wondered. “Ma’am we sorry please you can continue,” one of the sick lady in front said her hand as if in prayer.

At this time Cynthia has locked herself in her room for three days. Something bad had happened. Alice scratched Cynthia's face with her claws, and now it's been more than a week, and instead of healing, the wounds on Cynthia's face are starting to turn black. This is the black color she is familiar with. Only a wound infected with wolfsbane would ooze such blackness....

"This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding." Hessel frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "The black scent—there's the aroma of burning resin and a small sea of sulfur, but there's something else… like a sharp, sweet smell—belladonna mixed with honey. That… isn't a sign of ordinary poisoning." He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic."

Seeing this, Fabian's face changed, and a look of worry flashed across his face! It was not just him. Jenny and Walter's expressions also immediately changed! Because this was similar to what had happened when their family members were poisoned by medicine previously! "Wait, why did it turn white?" At this moment, Walter seemed to have noticed something. He pointed at Pearlyn's arm, his voice filled with astonishment as he spoke. Hearing Walter's voice, everyone quickly looked down. What was once a transparent, gel-like white gentian cream had suddenly solidified into a white solid the moment it came into contact with the poplar leaves.

“I don’t know what these black marks are from.” “It happened when she was cut by whatever the shadow figures were.” I said, thinking. “Maybe I can contact….” Ivory trailed off. I knew where she was going with this. “Can you, though?” I asked. “I guess I never tried.” “Let me stitch this up and you should be okay on my end. I don’t know what the black is. For now, we will watch and see what happens. If it grows… well, we will address that if that happens.” The doctor grabbed the needle and started stitching Ivory up.

She pointed at the lemongrass, “Start with this.” I kneeled next to the small plant, and she continued, “The spell should have a green hue to it, if it looked any different…” Before she could say anymore, I saw the clear telltale of my Black Magic seeping through my fingertips in what looked like black smoke. “I guess it shouldn’t really look like that.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than the whole plan shriveled and died. “At least we have another patch.” She retorted with an uneasy shrug.

He grabbed a clean cloth and sat down next to Priest, pushing his paw away so he could work. "This isn't good. He shouldn't be able to connect that strongly all the way out here." Ink was talking because the wounds on Priest were really bad. They weren't deep but the no-fur had embedded Black-fur auric magick in the wounds. That was poison to a non-Black-fur. If they didn't get it out, it would seep into Priest's bloodstream over the next few days and most likely kill him. "I need to check his records, and see what his blood samples can tell me."

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Didn't stop until I was miles deep in the woods, far enough that I couldn't smell them anymore. Did I make it? I think I made it. I stopped to catch my breath, leaning against a tree. That's when I actually looked at my side. Blood. So much blood. The cut was way deeper than I thought, and the wolfsbane was making the skin around it turn weird purple-black colors. This is bad. This is actually really bad. I lifted my shirt to see it better. Four inches long, bleeding steady, and the area around it looked infected already. Swollen and dark and wrong.