Novel & Cerita Oblivion Poisoned Apple

the captain exclaimed. "No. We can wait in the cave and ambush them. Instead of using guns, we’ll use poisoned arrows," Alice said, glancing around at the others. "Poisoned arrows?" The captain tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I saw some thorn apples and rosary peas in the woods earlier. If they drink the poison or inhale the smoke from burning thorn apples, they’ll hallucinate or even go mad. As for the rosary peas, if we dip the tips of the arrows into the seeds, the poison will kill them. But we need to be very careful in preparing them," Alice explained.

“I found that... abomination growing in the underbrush near one of the back roads. Just a small patch of it, but…” He didn’t need to finish the thought. We all knew what it meant. And so soon, too, after Olivia had stolen the moonstone. Goddess, I wanted to throttle her right now. How could she be so stupid? “This is just the beginning, isn’t it?” I pressed a hand to my forehead, fighting back a wave of nausea. Images of Degas’s dire warnings flashed through my mind—diseased crops, poisoned soil and water, our entire pack withering from the inside out. Children choking on spores, men and women being sucked into the earth.

Then he turned to face me and dread began to pool in the pit of my stomach because I feared what he would say next. "I regret saying this but I just have to. The Alpha's tea was poisoned. It was laced with balban, a deadly herb which is common in the pack and used for pests. It would as well have been anybody responsible since they used something as common as balban." He paused, gauging me for any signs of my reaction towards the news he just dropped into my lap.

The air in the orchard turned a thick, bruised violet. Every golden apple was now a terminal, and the d******d was a torrent of data that the organic trees weren't designed to hold. Leo stood at the center of the grove, his feet anchored in the mud, feeling the "Symmetry" of the high-orbit stasis pods flooding the root system.

"The dead don't need land. Besides, Horton is weak, and your father was a fool. This pack was long overdue for a change in leadership." I struggled to sit up. "What about the Blight? You knew it would kill innocent pack members—" "The Blight?" Marcus laughed. "That, my dear she-wolf, was our masterpiece. A poison designed to cripple the land… and your inconvenient little gift along with it." "What?" "Where do you think the corrupted energy came from?" He pulled out a small black vial. "A special poison, courtesy of Brynn. A few drops can contaminate an entire forest."

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻

Silas. "Sir," he says. "Silas." I take a drink. The whiskey is warm now.And watery. I put it down on the windowsill. "Is it ready?" "The final check is done. Dante is at the warehouse with the team. We switched vans, like you asked. No patterns. The drug is ready in a new way. A cloth, not a spray. Less chance of the wrong person breathing it in." I nod. Good. The small things matter. "The alley?"

Something dark was moving through the forest — shadows that didn’t belong to any living creature. The entity smiled with my lips. Watch, little vessel. Watch as I begin to destroy everything he loves. Black energy exploded from my hands. The first trees at the edge of the compound caught fire with unnatural black flames. Screams rose from the pack below. I felt myself smile. And somewhere deep inside my own mind, I started to scream.

Maybe if I look around with Lucius, he might be able to find something. I head back to the cave. Lucius was breathing heavily, his eyes dilated as he leaned onto a rock behind him. He was bathed in sweat and he looked extremely pale. On his other hand was the pink fruit I found on the bushes with his bite mark on it. Oh, no . . . I was wrong. I was incredibly wrong. “Don’t touch the fruit, it’s poisonous.” he mumbled as he was losing his breath. His chest was heaving up and down and I look around, panicking.

‘I don’t know if you can see her right now, but Ivy appears to be in dreadful shape. I grit my teeth. I understand where Gamma Everly is coming from, but she doesn’t understand the circumstances, the pressure we’re under, what we have to lose. Ivy is living on stolen time right now. Temporary solutions won’t help any more–we need to remove her from the situation entirely. ‘She’s been poisoned,’ I reply bluntly. ‘Same as the king.’ At that, Gamma Everly’s eyes widen in horror. But before she gets the chance to respond, the witch suddenly slides her finger along the trigger, cocking her wrist so it’s angled towards all three of my allies.