Oblivion Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

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."

“Left a letter… just for you.” And then, with a final exhale, his body goes limp. I don’t move at first. I watch him, waiting for the inevitable dark trick. Nicholas has always been a snake, always finding ways to slip through death’s grasp. Slowly, cautiously, I step forward, picking up the cup. I bring it to my nose, and immediately, my body tenses. Blackthorn Poison. One of the deadliest in existence. Just inhaling its fumes burns my throat, making me cough violently. I curse, throwing the cup across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.

The hill down looked like a jagged scar carved into the mountainside, sharp with the scent of stone and old, cold earth. Wind howled through the ravine like a warning whispered by ghosts long gone, and the clouds overhead hung low and heavy as if hiding the executioner that passed by. This wasn’t a place meant for mercy... “Oh, and by the way,” I continued, ignoring Isabel’s helpless cries and desperate pleas. “Did you know that Alpha Darian is extremely interested in poisons?” I smirked and looked down at her, feeling my wolf’s enjoyment spark at watching her tear-streaked face under my foot. “Yeah, reminiscing with you these last couple of days had me thinking back. And, I just realized so

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.

“Then what was all that about at your gathering?” “Olivia,” I hissed. “She’s been poisoning Kane for who knows how long. Didn’t you find it at all strange that Kane hardly reacted to anything that evening?” “Now that you mention it, yes. I’ve never seen the young man remain so silent when the general topic of the conversation is about him,” he pointed out. “Wait, you said he’s been poisoned? With what?” “A terrifyingly unique hybrid she named ‘Angel Thorn.’ Its main purpose is to take over the victim’s mind, but it slowly destroys their insides because of the lethal fungus she paired with the other plant,” I explained.

“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.”

It's an Alpha’s job to protect his Pack even if most do shove Omegas to the back; I know Alpha Jacob never would have helped me with a wolfsbane poisoning. "Wolfsbane", I mutter the word. I slowly lower my hands to my lap and start feeling around for an injection site, when I don’t find anything, I remember the apple that Luca gave me and how it tasted funny. “The apple, it tasted weird and then I felt really sick and way too hot.” My eyebrows draw together as I try to grab hold of the last memories I have before everything went dark. It's all hazy thanks to the wolfsbane but I vaguely remember thinking it was the apple and needing to get somewhere safe.

Silence. “He thinks Richard was poisoned.” Samuel’s face went pale. “That’s impossible.” Marcus looked at him. “Why?” “Because…” Samuel swallowed hard. “…the only poison that causes delayed bleeding was created for the Dominion.” Gabriel’s expression darkened. “So they’ve finally started using Black Veil.” Amelia frowned. “What is Black Veil?” Gabriel looked directly at her. “A poison designed to kill slowly.” “It gives its victim just enough time…” “…to reveal every secret they were trying to protect.”

The world would be better if I wasn't in it. ****** "I expected him to make it longer," my father's voice growls as the sounds of mysterious machines play in the background. "His body is still developing, Alpha. The silver poisoning he sustained before the... Match, probably made his system weak," another voice says and I almost cry as I realize I am still alive. I didn't die as I hoped. I was brought somewhere for help so my battered body could heal. But I don't want to heal. I want to die. I want to sleep. I want to live in darkness. Darkness is my only friend.