Poision Queen Novels & Stories

Despite her pale and sickly appearance, her unparalleled beauty, especially her subtle charm and noble grace, was evident. Andrius glanced at her for a moment and looked away. The current Margerina was already on the verge of death. “Hm?” Andrius held her fair wrist and frowned. “She’s poisoned, and it’s an extremely rare and potent toxin!” “Wolf King, please... please save her. Please save my sister!” Katalina almost burst into tears at Andrius’ voice. Her gem-like eyes sparkled with crystal tears. “Andy...” Noir also immediately said, “Please help save the queen...”

A trusted royal scribe—a man who had served the palace for over a decade—was found dead before sunrise. A dagger coated in poison was discovered strapped to his leg. The second attempt followed soon after. A servant carrying tea for the Queen was intercepted before she could enter the throne room. Hidden beneath the silver tray was a vial of deadroot extract, a lethal poison. The servant, after interrogation, confessed that her family had been taken hostage by nobles who ordered the hit. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth attempts. Archers on rooftops. Explosives set along the Queen’s carriage route. Blades hidden in the folds of a courtier’s robes.

Surely I will wake up and be back in the fields harvesting barley, in the stables brushing down horses and at night serving in taverns where the knight used to drink and fuck. But she looked up once more and caught Perci’s eyes and knew she was foolish to think this a dream. She had fallen into the same fate as the previous queen. A glorified slave. She found that she had no appetite and when the king dropped her hand on the table, rather roughly as though she was possessed of some kind of disease that was communicable, she buried her hands in her lap and twiddled. There was only one reason why the king would want to marry her now. Was it any coincidence that he made his announcement as soon

“Where did you get this?” “The Royal soldiers used that,” Jossie informs, looking at the dart resting on my palm. “It had poison in it. Kalem and I collected a few and decided to replace the poison with a sleeping draught. That way, we incapacitated enemies without taking their lives. It saved a lot of people.” I nod and look at the Queen, who’s still banging against the metal bars. “I guess it’s only right to use it on her.” Before the Queen can react, I push my hand through the metal bars and prick her shoulder with the dart. The effect is instantaneous. Her eyes flutter closed, then slowly she falls on the floor, thankfully on her back.

“And to those who do lift the wrong cup, we simply give them this. The antidote. Any alchemist worth their penny keeps the cure within arm’s reach of the poison. We’re tricksters, girl. Not murderers.” “You—” Queenie’s voice has been climbing this entire time and now it breaks loose entirely, somewhere between fury and disbelief. “You’re telling me — all of that — the poison, the roulette, my entire life flashing before my eyes — was a game where nobody was ever actually going to die?” She rounds on me, then on them, then on me again, hands flung wide. “You two are batshit. You are out of your minds. And you’re not excluded, Ember! All of that, all of it, just to hide the poison somewhere cl

"Well It's unfortunate that you won't be able to achieve that. The poison will begin to take toil on you, 1 hour from now. You'll lose consciousness for a while. And when you wake up, you won't remember all that happened in the past two months including the scene from here. Then you'll lose your five senses and die in a vegetative state." Alicia's heart sank. "Your highness, please I'll do anything you want, if you give me the antidote. I can't die without teaching those thieves a lesson." Laura pleaded. "I can't give you the antidote dear, because I can't take chances of you tainting my name again. Remember when you tried setting me up for my son's death?" The grand queen asked, as she pee

The Queen held her cheeks, “we searched her room this morning. And then we found every evidence that she had made the poison from some roots and had given it to your father right the night before he died.” “Oh, no. But I know Zita, she can never do such,” She repeatedly shook her head. Could there be anyone else who knew her more than herself? “I also knew her mother since I was little. But the woman knew all about her daughter’s plot and did not say anything. Anyway, she is serving her terms in the dungeon.” The Queen replied dismissively. “The dungeon?” “Yes, Abi,” The Queen took her attention back to the people. The last light of the sun was just brisling through the Kingdom and hiding so

Have you forgotten what happened last time? Cook 2: But what was I supposed to do Cook 1: Not give her the food! I hope you know that if she po!sons that food and Tiana eats it, You'll be the one to get punished (In the hallway) Queen Victoria: Let's see how that woman will survive this! (she puts poison in the gravy and mixes it very well) Perfect. (A servant passes by) Queen Victoria: Hold up Maid: Your highness? Queen Victoria: (hands her the food) Give this food to the guard at the dungeon, it's for Tiana and makes sure she eats it.

Daphne inquired cautiously. "Let us wait for the news tomorrow morning," the queen replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and cruelty. "Since there is no antidote, and you put l poison into the container, then more of the poison will be administered to her, so she cannot survive tonight." "No, she cannot," the queen muttered, a sinister gleam in her eyes. As they walked away, the queen's emotions remained concealed, masked behind an air of cold detachment. Deep within her, a sense of triumph mingled with an unsettling darkness.

"There are seven of them. If they find out we’re here to take her life, they’ll kill us for sure." "I have my ways to trick them," the Queen sneered, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Don't forget... I am an expert in poisons."