Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

Feng Tian Ye spoke with hardly constraint rage . "My Lord! I - This concubine didn't betray you , the pison that was infested in consort 's body cannot be found out unless-" "unless what!" "Unless she was given a mixture of poison including aconite! I tried to find out what poison it was but this poison was highly effective ; it cannot be traced!" Luo Ruo sobbed as she explained she truly worked jard for Feng Tian Ye 's sake , and carefully planned everything but a single trick brought her years of work to vain .

Joe immediately stood up and mumbled, “Vine chains!” Dio jumped off the ground and landed a few meters away from Joe’s vines. He drew his twin daggers from the back of his waist and crossed his arms in front. Dio cut the vines that came near him and almost everyone was shocked to see that the vines withered once they touched Dio’s daggers. “You can’t deny your roots, Arkin. Your poison affinity is the proof that you are one of us.” Joe smiled as he ran towards Dio. Instead of running away, Dio ran towards Joe as well.

The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I steady my feet, but my mind is already swimming. “You’re stronger than I thought… and smarter.” He spits out another mouthful of blood and grabs a dagger from his waistband. “I coated my sword in poison. A special concentrate mixed with belladonna and oleander as a base, then a coat of what I believe mortals call monkshood… or wolfsbane. It was given to me eons ago by the Goddess Circe herself. It’s never failed me before.”

I shook my head slowly, unable to understand what he was saying. “Poison?” I asked, eyebrows knitting. “But there’s no way–“ “The poison is called Virelthine,” Rowan continued. “It is a slow-acting poison that isn’t meant to kill you immediately. It slowly damages your body over time, and your organs will eventually shut down and...you die.” My fingers dug deeper into the blanket. “But that can’t be possible,” I shook my head, even though I knew there was a possibility it was true. “Why would I take poison?”

AUSTIN. It was the call I had been expecting,dreading, craving. The grand apology. The orchestrated symphony of regret. Eleanor’s cold prophecy echoed in my head: "He will come. And it will sound more real than ever before." But now, a new, fiery thought crossed my mind. I could answer his call. I could let his voice wash over me. I could say, "It okay, I have forgiven you.” I could use my forgiveness as weapon to shame Eleanor. The temptation was a sweet, sharp venom. I could become the grenade thrown into the heart of her perfect dynasty.

Pale and damaged and fighting to stay alive. Seraphine came back with a bowl, more herbs, and two vials she mixed together standing at the bedside. "Help me sit her up." I slid my arm behind Viviana's back and lifted while Seraphine pressed the mixed vials to her lips. Most of it went down. Some ran down her chin and Seraphine wiped it away without breaking focus. "The black veins keep coming back," I said. "She said the poison adapts." "Nightshade poison always adapts. It's designed to."

"Vivian! What's wrong?" She lay in his arms, her voice faint. "I don't know. I felt sick right after drinking that wine." Every eye went to the glass. One of Vivian's friends—a healer—caught the signal. She rushed forward, inspected the wine, and gasped. "Wolfsbane! Someone poisoned it! Who would want to hurt Vivian?" Vivian bit her lip, tears glistening. "This is supposed to be the most important day for my pack, and someone's trying to kill me."

“Even the method is unfamiliar. No trace of puncture or injury that should have allowed the toxin to enter.” Leonel’s jaw clenched. “Someone did this deliberately.” I stepped forward to Lucien. My gaze swept to the blackening veins, and something snapped within me— something unfamiliar yet so familiar flushed across my mind. ‘Dead Viles.’ Dravara’s hiss sliced through my mind. “Dead Viles?” I inhaled sharply. “Are you sure?” I whispered out loud, not caring who heard and who didn't. “Impossible.” Kaelthorn's voice rang, cutting the silence. “That poison is banned all…”

“Wifey, after not meeting for two years, have you forgotten about my character?” Mable froze and instantly felt guilty. Rory continued coldly, “I hate being lied to the most. “The Necro Poison is the king of all poisons. You were fucking poisoned by that, so even a poison ten times more poisonous than Vortex wouldn’t be able to do you half the harm!” Mable’s heart sank. She was about to speak when Rory yelled grumpily, “You need the A117 reagent to detoxify Vortex? Who the fuck are you kidding?!”

One down, three more to go. Next, I picked up the first vial. It was a dark, almost black liquid with a bitter almond smell. There were around four poisons with the same property: Belladonna, foxglove, corpselily, and Nightshade. All of them were pure poisons, and I found myself a bit turned around. Which one could it be? All the possibilities were poison, but one had to have advantages. Then it clicked. Nightshade was deadly, but in the right conditions with the correct amount, it could be medicinal. Nightshade causes victims to convulse to the point of shock and eventual death. But it was administered to people with paralysis from snake venom to jolt their bodies out of paralysis. It had t