Oblivion Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

The last thing the king that almost ended the world does before his body falls lifeless to the ground is to hug his son. Damon kneels down and opens his father's mouth. The stench is so bad I had to take a step back. "Cincin sap. A potent poison. He must have had a small pil with it hidden in his mouth." He explains before getting up and turning around, never to set eyes on his father and brother's faces ever again. Not in this life, or any other. "And now?" Axel, who is now standing next to Caroline, asks. "Now we rebuild." I say and look up at the sky, where the moon is slowly allowing the sun to shine again.

The sheer number of zombies surrounding the massive shopping center was alarming. The cacophony of moans and raspy wheezes twisted my stomach into knots, but the overwhelming stench of blood and decay made bile rise in my throat. Trey shook his head and pressed a finger under his nose, grimacing. “Fuck me, who shit themselves?” I let out a soft scoff. “All of them.” No entrance faced the woods where we hid, which meant getting inside required abandoning our cover and crossing open ground.

– Lionel Suggs. Aurora’s alarm was set for early dusk of the morning. As tradition compels, * the royal and guardian bloodline train together to ensure seamless locomotion* when defending the system. Olamide Obong sent an internal message to all his children: Kingsley, Ini, Ismael, Aurora and Eya through his bloodline. The bloodline possesses gifts varying across its generation. Amidst Olamide’s children, Aurora possessed the most, across several generation. She possessed the gift of teleportation and the ability to read emotions even when disguised, which came as a result of her mother being of royal blood. A major bone of contention in which the royal court fought against her parent’s enta

They might have taken my freedom, my revenge, but they couldn't take my defiance. With a trembling hand, I uncorked the vial. The scent of bitter almonds filled my nostrils, a familiar, comforting scent. This wasn't a swift poison, no. It would be a slow, agonizing descent into oblivion, a fitting end for a life filled with such bitter disappointment.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

It was a vial filled with a deadly poison—concentrated vervain mixed with nightshade. In a swift motion, the Headmaster closed his distance from her. He broke the vial on the dagger he was holding. Vesper barely had time to register the danger before he lunged, stabbing her with the poisoned blade. Pain exploded in her side, the toxin searing through her veins. “Vesper!” Qillalon roared as he yanked out the silver harpoon on his torso, rushing to her side in his human form, forgetting that he too was wounded. Vesper staggered, her vision blurring. She could feel the poison’s cruel grip tightening with every heartbeat. Despite the agony, she met Alpha Qillalon’s frantic gaze and whispered, “D

POV Eleanor The doctor gave me bad news about my vision. I swallowed hard, and for a moment, I panicked. King Alpha was discussing with his Beta a strategy to find the antidote to this poison. The problem was that the antidote was contained in the stem of the plant. The blue Lebanese lily releases a powder made of silver sulfate; it is an aquatic plant, and underneath it, there is a substance in the stem that neutralizes the poison. I took a deep breath and felt someone approaching again. This plant was extinct, and Alpha Gideon was frustrated because he didn't know where to start looking.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

They were damned if they remembered, and damned if they forgot. As Elara tended to Ashiel’s wound, Liora looked out into the darkening highlands. The war against Oblivion was not just fought with hope and rain. It was fought with pain, and sacrifice, and the terrible, necessary weight of a past that refused to stay buried.

Eden could only look to the young girl with such sadness; nobody should have to go through that especially, have that person die in their arms where no one could not do a thing to help. “You?” Ivory asked turning to stare up at Eden hoping to distract herself to not cry, where it was Eden’s turn to sigh staring lost at her hands but agreeing to tell her side, she spoke her truth. “A couple of weeks ago, I was out… scavenging and while there, I was met with an evil, vengeful man who has hated my family and I for generations. Due to this man and the hatred I felt, I had allowed my guard down where another person from his… community, injected an item of food with I had sourced with a deadly poi