Oblivion Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

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 word quarantine made the air heavier, tighter As if the walls themselves leaned in to listen I stood near the far pillar, tray still in my hands even though it was empty Every breath felt like glass Because the way the man died—the way the veins went dark, the froth at his mouth— I’d seen it before Not here Not in the palace In the forest Back when I still wore blue ribbons and believed revenge could be measured in grams of powder and seconds of pain The poison hadn’t been random It wasn’t even rare It was mine A mixture I’d made years ago when I was learning under the Blue Moon healer A blend of crushed nightthorn seeds and powdered wyrmroot Fast, silent, untraceable if used right Excep

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.

The world outside the valley was full of small, hungry silences. They didn't talk about it much, but they all knew. The victory in the Blackroot Ravine wasn't a final one. It was a skirmish. A warning. The great Oblivion was bound, but its echoes, its children, were now loose in the world. Like weeds sprouting in a newly cleared field.

He exclaimed. "Alec, this one is the easiest yet", I said with a wide smile. Even Khione wasn't fretting about this one. After Apollo's poisoning incident, mother had a divine poison master create pills that contained every known poison in the world, pills containing divine poisons, pills containing demonic poisons and antidotes to each. For three, we absorbed these pills and antidotes over and over and over again until we'd built up an immunity to poisons. During that time, Khione's body even underwent a slight mutation - her blood had become poison itself.

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!"

Under the pitying gaze of the Apollo priests, I tilted my head back and downed the Lethe poison. Cold liquid burned my throat. The soul-tearing agony of the Tartarus curse vanished instantly. A gift of the poison. No more pain. The catch was that I only had three days left to live. Then, stardust. Leaving the temple, I went straight to Melora's seaside pavilion. The moment I pushed the door open, my mother’s screaming hit me.