Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

Her expression had become serious. "Vincenzo was right," Anna said as she handed me the file she had brought with her. "I had a doctor test the fluid, like you asked me, and the doctor confirmed that it was a very lethal poison that was produced with moonflower and some other dangerous ingredients." Moonflower? Isn't that the same poison Lorenzo and Mia used to frame me in my previous life? Moonflower has been banned in every werewolf community... how do they keep getting it? "According to the doctor, it's a lethal poison but doesn’t kill very fast. It slowly eats up the organs and intestines until there’s nothing left..." She trailed off, leaving me to finish her words.

“Concentrated black aconite.” The guards gasped. “With this amount, you can kill a sick person.” My stomach turned. “No…” I looked at the bottle. “I haven’t done anything to it.” Harwin looked from us. “The poison was poured there intentionally.” Virelle covered her mouth. “Oh, Moon Goddess…” I understood something then. Her fingers were shaking. Not out of fear. There was a barely noticeable dark spot under her nail—exactly the same as the bitterness that I felt coming from the stopper.

"I got ambushed. That old man used something that paralyzed me." "Doesn't it feel familiar, like you're poisoned?" "...A bit." Godber said, "It's violet poison, like last time. Looks like this stuff has strong side effects for those injected with special drugs." He looked at Kirin, "Falling in the same place twice, you really fit that saying." "What?" "Strong in body, weak in mind." Kirin: ...Damn it. If I weren't seriously injured, I'd fight you to the death.

“You said you were sorry, but you lied. Mother was right, you are nothing but a liar, a Casanova. And to think I went through all the trouble to drug you. Do you know that the wine you drank was filled with poison?” I suck a painful breath. Why won’t my wrist heal? Just what kind of poison is she talking about? Just then, a pain, as thick as the trunk of a tree and as bright as lightning, shoots through my body from my feet to my head. My vision explodes in red and I stagger back, clutching my neck.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

"Don't rush, Sloane. Your body has been through hell." "What... what happened?" I croak, my voice sounding thin, like dry leaves scraping together. Memories flash back in violent, disjointed pieces—the burning in my blood, the dark wine, the suffocating terror of my wolf screaming inside my mind. "The wine... it was..." "Night-Bane," Thane says, his tone turning dangerously dark. "Someone put a banned ash-root toxin in your cup. It was meant to melt your core from the inside." A cold shudder runs through me. Night-Bane. A poison with no natural cure. A poison that slaughters a wolf’s spirit before their heart can even give out.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Alicia looked over to Conan and he tried to free himself from Herold’s grip, but he could not. “Conan and I went hiking years ago, and I found a vine of beautiful flowers. I found out that it is called Wisteria. It is not poisonous to humans, but after mixing it with Deadly Nightshade that I got before going back to Herold’s pack, I could make my poison.” “Why?” Alpha Herold questioned. Alicia looked at him I could see her features darken at this point. “You choose some rogue ragged she-wolf over me and I knew I could not poison her because she never took anything from me. So I started to the poison her brother and his wolf.

As the group reconvened in the safety of the room, all eyes turned expectantly towards Rudra, the bearer of vital information that could shed light on the deadly poison that had claimed the innocent cat's life. Rudra, his expression grave yet determined, took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "The poison that was used," Rudra began, his voice carrying a weight of knowledge and experience, "is derived from rare tree barks and bodies. It's a concoction so potent that it can extinguish life within seconds of consumption."

"What do you know about the poison?" The man pulled a small vial from his pocket, holding it up to the dim moonlight. Inside, a thick, black liquid sloshed around, ominous and deadly. "It's a rare toxin, derived from the venom of the Acanthus viper. Only a few people in the world have access to it, and they don't come cheap." Damian's eyes narrowed. "How do I know you're not playing me?" The man leaned closer, the smell of stale cigarette smoke wafting from his clothes. "You don't," he said, his voice a low growl. "But if you want to save that girl, you don't have much of a choice, do you?"