Poison Eating Healer Novels & Stories

Lying on the bed as I wriggled in pain, I couldn't help but think of what the healer had just said. I mean, how did I ingest a poison? Or maybe his diagnosis is wrong, he wants to save his head that's why he took a shot at that. — I thought. “How possible is that?” Davies asked the exact question that was ringing in my head. “She didn't ingest it, her body was in contact with the poison.” The healer countered. Holding my hand, the leader said, “The poison is concentrated at the reddened spot and it's spreading quickly.” “Enough of all the talks, administer the antidote and let's get this over with.”

The kind of poison he had been ingesting, was the kind that would disguise it's symptoms as a terrible high fever like she had read. It would not be easy for a new healer who had not seen such, or read about it somewhere to detect it. As it was a rare poisonous herb that had been used in the past decades. "Don't touch me," he ordered rashly, when he saw what she was about to do. He could not bring himself to trust anyone around the palace again. What if she attempted to strangle him? He had never allowed any maid ever, to get that close to him before.

Fred said. I stopped in my tracks. I made my way to the healers. When I got there I saw the healer checking her pulse, she seemed so weak. "Master" the healer bowed. "How is she?" I asked. "Well...she lost a lot of blood already, and this she lost more blood, the poison is rare ,It doesn't have an antidote as far as I know unless the user has it,and it is lethal it kills fast i gave her another poison to counter the poison but it's no guarantee she would survive,she dies have the strength to fight ,she shouldn't have even been standing, it's just up her to fight " the healer said.

I asked still pointing the gun at him but in a relaxed manner now. "I have no reason to poison your food ma'am, I don't even know you, so why would I poison your food," he asked and one can tell that he is surprised by the interrogation, even I was getting tired of it all. Poor guy. “Stand up,” I said shifting my gaze between him and the food while gulping down hard on my saliva, I was so certain that I must have unknowing gulped down my invincible Adam's apple, the aroma of the food was so tempting that the only thing I wished I was doing this moment, is eating them all.

The healer answers as he flips open his book, showing us the illustration of a person consuming a fruit and turning into a Leighdale monster. " What?! Why would anyone want to eat it then?!!" The copper-ranked knight exclaimed, spitting out bits of food onto the healer's book. The healer glares at his team members but doesn't say anything as he wipes his book clean with his sleeve. Paladin" That food is really to die for! One bite of it tastes like heaven but one wrong step and it drags you to hell. No wonder, your master is so young. The good quality food plus the hard training to get it."

I ask healer now impatient. The healer looks at the bowl for few seconds then up at me and, "He is in pain because his body is burning from the inside. And that's because he has been poisoned." "What? What do mean he is poisoned? What did he ate this morning?" Father asks now angry. "He is poisoned but this poison doesn't kills the person immediatelly but it makes him weak enough. If not treated immediately he will die. This herb from where the poison came is very dangerous, it will make him vomit and he won't be able to eat much. The coming days are going to be tough but we have to be patient. I will go get some medicine. Till then put cold cloths to his face and get him rid of the clothes,

I take the bowl from him, saying a prayer silently before gulping the medicine. Yuck! This isn't very good. So much for healing. This tastes like a friendly cousin to death. Quick, act strong. Eww, how do I even taste my tongue after this? The healer laughs and asks. “It tastes delicious, doesn't it?” “Like hell, it does,” I answer, and I hear Dennis chuckling. “Quit it,” I warn, throwing a spoon at Dennis, but his chuckle turns into laughter The healer clears his throat, breaking the emotional moment. “We still need to keep a close eye on him. The poison's effects can be unpredictable.”

Then nothing. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed, covered in blankets, with the healer hovering over me. His face was pale, and his hands trembled as he touched my wrist. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat felt dry, raw, like I had swallowed sand. The Alpha’s voice came next, low and tense. "What happened to her?" The healer shook his head. "Poison. Something slipped into her food or drink. It’s not fatal, but it’s enough to knock someone out and mimic organ failure. I’ve only seen this once before. Bellroot."

“That’s what she told us.” “Yes,” he agrees. “But before that, she visited two neighboring packs. Quietly. As a ‘traveler.’” My gaze snaps to him. “Which packs?” He names them and in that brief moment, my blood runs cold. “They’re known for harboring disgraced wolves,” I say slowly. “Exiles. Mercenaries.” “Yes,” he replies. “And healers.” The word hits harder than expected. “Healers?” I repeat. “Specifically, one who specializes in plant-based toxins,” he says. “Rare ones. Difficult to trace. Designed to weaken, not kill.”

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S