Oblivion Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

Then nothing. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed, covered in blankets, with the healer hovering over me. His face was pale, and his hands trembled as he touched my wrist. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat felt dry, raw, like I had swallowed sand. The Alpha’s voice came next, low and tense. "What happened to her?" The healer shook his head. "Poison. Something slipped into her food or drink. It’s not fatal, but it’s enough to knock someone out and mimic organ failure. I’ve only seen this once before. Bellroot."

We sell all poisons of various types and uses. However, some poisons are not for sale. An important and valuable poison. They are kept in a secret base. No one knows where the secret base is except for dad and the people he trusts. I chewed on the apple that was on the nightstand. I don't ask for fruit, but every day an omega replaces the fruit with a new one. I don't want the fruit to be thrown away, so I have to eat it. After learning about the state of the Abyss Pack, I couldn't stop thinking. I wonder who has put poison in the river.

"Glad you’re caring for them. Let them stay until their Alpha recovers." "Let them stay as long as they want. I feel alone here. When will he recover?" "He’s poisoned," I replied. "We’re looking for the antidote." "Maybe it’s in the Highlands?" "It’s a cherry plum. Are there any trees here?" "They died. The Highlands was summery at some point, great for cherry plums, but they’re gone." "I see..." Damn it. We’ll have to sneak into the King’s garden. "Don’t you have one, Zen?" Leurel asked with brows raised. "Because, if you do, you don't need to find it anymore."

"If the corruption reaches the hidden chamber..." "Eleanor's life work dies with it," Damien finished, his expression grim. "Along with sixty years of preserved humanity. Evangeline knows exactly what she's attacking. This isn't random destruction. It's surgical strike designed to destroy the very foundation of my redemption." Through the Genesis Bloom's flickering consciousness, Iris could sense the blight's inexorable advance toward the chamber beneath their feet. The supernatural poison moved with predatory intelligence, seeking out the strongest connections in the garden's network and corrupting them first. It was only a matter of time before it reached Eleanor's most precious creation.

The urge for revenge is greater than the fear of having to mate with Truett. I’ve decided that poison will be my method. But I need to find a way to slip it into Samantha’s food and drink without someone noticing and without poisoning Truett. My library searches taught me that most seeds of drupes like apples and apricots contain arsenic. They are easy to come by and the poison is easy to extract. The hard part is administering it.

Lawrence’s POV That bitter, earthy stench did not belong within these walls. Half an hour before danger woke Maya in our bed, my Primal Wolf scent caught it drifting through the arrow slits of the north corridor — thin, sweet yet rotten, cold and unnatural. Not brimstone, not battle pitch: Root of Oblivion. A toxin forbidden by Northern law for a thousand years, known to blight new life and rot unborn young within minutes.

Iden leaned back, a devilish grin spreading across his face, eyes sparkling with malice. “This is for thinking about my woman the wrong way, Alex,” he sneered, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. “And for the girls whose lives you ruined.” Alex's breath quickened, panic flaring in his chest as he clutched his neck, feeling the warmth of the poison seeping into his veins. “You son of a bitch,” he gasped, desperation coursing through him. “You can kill me, but not him. He would never let her go, never.” His voice faltered, each word strained as the poison began to tighten its grip.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

I couldn’t hold the tears anymore. “Why did you do this to me? Why did you poison my mum?” he yelled, stepping closer, eyes burning with betrayal. “I didn’t!” I cried. “I swear, I didn’t poison her!” “Oh, don’t lie to me! You think the doctors won’t find out? They already did! She was poisoned, and the source was an apple—you gave her that apple!” I froze. “The apple?” I whispered. “No… No, that’s not possible.”

The obsidian flower—a colossal, shifting structure of organic glass and silver nectar—loomed ahead, its petals vibrating at a frequency that turned my bones to jelly. Dante was fighting, his human hand clawing at the roots while his obsidian arm threw off erratic, blinding sparks. But the island was winning. This wasn't a tech-war; it was a biological reclamation. The "poison" in our veins was being called back to its source, and we were just the containers being emptied. "Ivy! Release the feedback!" Dante roared, his voice nearly drowned out by the grinding of stone and metal.