Novel & Cerita Poison Eating Healer

Genaro did not know how much I swallowed. Or what it could do. And just the thought of me taking poison into my body was already driving him insane. “The luna is physically fine,” the healer said carefully. Genaro’s eyes darkened immediately. “Explain what you mean by physically fine.” His voice cracked through the room sharply enough to make the healer flinch. She swallowed hard before speaking again. More carefully this time. She explained that the amount of poison entering my body was small. My healing ability was strong enough to fight most of it off naturally.

At least Kal and I have friendly Alphas and Lunas to lend us a hand—or this time, lend us their smiles. The pregnant Healer entered the room and was now with another Healer, this one I’m familiar with being in the Moonflame Pack. “For the Alpha King. He barely had breakfast.” She gestured to a bowl of stew, which I had never seen or smelled before. “What is it?” “Ah, that food the Healers make for me every time I can barely move my bones,” Helga shared. “It’s a specialty made by the Healers along with their edible potions.”

I shot him a look, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “You missed the rest of her words. It seems that the woman originated from a poisonous plant, suggesting that she might be creating medicine. The elders in this community believe that poisonous plants possess undiscovered abilities. Healers are the only ones who can identify where these abilities can be utilized. Therefore, your partner could potentially be a healer, and the plant he consumed might be linked to his secretive behavior.” My anger gradually dissipated, and I realized that neither Louise nor I had made a mistake. If there is a connection to the plant he consumed, how will he use it?

By midmorning, the corridors pulsed with whispers. I walked them anyway, head high, ignoring the stares. The guards saluted out of habit, not loyalty. The Prime Healer met me at the door. “The poison is slow-working,” he said. “Curable, but only if we know the base compound. Without it..” “He dies,” I finished for him. He bowed his head. “I’m sorry, my lady.” Cassian’s voice was low. “Then we find who brewed it. Someone in this palace still answers to her.”

I told him. Carson considered what I had told him. “We have never seen anything like that before,” he replied. “What does it mean?” I asked. “It means there is a new poison on the market, and we will need to advise the doctor what to be looking for,” he advised me. “If that is the case, we will be revealing that I am a healer,” I reminded him.

How could you develop treatments for beings you don’t know whether they exist or not? Now thinking about Vertimon, she wondered if she should take Alaric to him, maybe the healer there could extract the poison? But then again, demons were hardly poisoned by Garuda, everyone knows it’s more dangerous on werewolves so whenever a demon was accidentally poisoned by it, they just travel to a nearby pack to be treated by the healers. In fact, some healers are still not good in extracting the poison. From the stories she had heard, only one healer could successfully extract the poison over a century ago and that healer turned out to be a goddess and an enemy as well. Within the years, some other he

"We’ve stabilized her for now, but the effects of whatever she ingested are still present. We need to cleanse her system." I gritted my teeth, my gaze locked on Lyra’s pale face. The healers were doing everything they could, but it wasn’t fast enough for me. I wanted her awake. I needed to know what happened. As the healers continued their work, muttering to each other in low tones, one of them frowned, holding up a vial containing some of the fluid they had drawn from her. "This is... poison," he said, his tone filled with disbelief. My head snapped toward him. "What did you say?" I demanded, my voice low but dangerous.

They stared at it for a minute and then I spoke. “This is the poison that was fed to the men to give the lies they had. I've confirmed this from our pack healer, Hela. And she's here" I indicated to her. She nodded, her face as blank as it always was - like this was just a part of her routine. “She has prepared an antidote that these men could take to prove my truth in it" I sent the powder around to the council men, each one studying it. My eyes fell on Ragnar when it reached him. Glad to see that the fear had spiked up.

replied Isaac in a cheery tone. The second Harper tried to say something, Isaac immediately flicked his finger… sending a pill down Harper’s throat! Following that, Isaac took the initiative to explain, “What you just swallowed is known as the Heart-Eating Pill. It’s a special poison developed by my family, and it’s both tasteless and odorless. As for its effects, the second the poison starts taking effect, your entire body will start itching so badly that you’ll feel the need to scratch your organs out! Isn’t that a tragic way to die?”

But did he know. "It's poison!" The words sliced through my thoughts sharply. My eyes widened immediately. My mind spiraled. I sprang up. Was it.. did I poison him? Will he die? "Will he live?" I asked immediately. "Hopefully," My eyes grew wider. "What do you mean by that?" I almost snapped. The healer proceeded with caution. "It's Wolfsbane mixed with Moonshade Venom ." I almost slumped, my limbs trembling. "Then what—" My voice came out hoarse, barely making a sound.