Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

Positions I know for sure won't be given to them. Olaine would use them to get what they wanted and discard them once more. I heard one of them gasp. “I think I found the Viburnum. If we mix it with the remaining ingredients, the poison is complete.” The Viburnum. A rare plant that could cause excruciating pain while the person convulsed and hallucinated. That was why they were in the woods. To find the plant. The plan was to give Vie a slow but surely painful death.

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth

And he’s looking at me. At the vial in my hand. “Explain,” Alaric says. His voice is death. “Now.” Vincent opens his mouth. I don’t let him speak. I throw the vial. It smashes at Vincent’s feet. Black liquid splatters his boots. “That’s blackroot,” I say. Loud. So everyone hears. “Contact poison. You put it on the blade that cut him. Just like you put nightshade in my mother’s kit twenty-three years ago.”

“They came looking for an opportunity.” The Vineclaw plant grew naturally around my territory. Thick, creeping vines that wrapped around trees and rocks near the forest edge. Most wolves knew to avoid it. The plant had a toxin that could paralyze the body slowly if ingested. But rogues saw something else in it. They saw a weapon. “Vineclaw poison works slowly,” I explained. “And unless you know exactly what you’re looking for, it’s almost impossible to detect until it’s too late.” Sienna’s expression changed as she began to understand.

Her Pov: My eyes are locked on the news at the TV as a cold sweat runs down my spine. Drugs dealing! This is the type of people Leonardo is associated with... Or has rivalry with... To have rivalry with someone, you have to be at the save level of theirs. And from what I feel.. Leonardo is not at the same level but beyond the level of the king brothers. Kings who are the biggest trading companies, but he has to be even higher than them. This is why, within some hours, they are in handcuffs.

At least I wasn’t completely alone. But the day turned darker fast. Around midday, shouts came from the east rows. I ran over with the others and found Sebastian already there, his face tight with anger. Whole sections of vines lay wilted and dying, leaves black and curled from poison. The smell of chemicals hung in the air. “Damn it,” Sebastian growled, kicking at the dirt. “This is worse than last time. They hit three full rows overnight. We’ll lose half the harvest if this keeps up.”

Kael rubbed her back gently, glancing between her and me as he struggled with his own helplessness. “The thing that I don’t understand is how the awakening potion would cause that reaction,” Kael said. “It doesn’t make sense.” Kael was right. The potion shouldn’t have triggered such a violent reaction unless his system had already been poisoned by mad rogue blood toxin. “The toxin… they’re the same!” Logan growled. His words snapped everything into place. “Vivian,” I called, cutting through her sobs. “Are you saying the chronic poison Graham used on Father actually originated from the mad rogues’ blood toxin?”

I shook my head and opened my palm. Then apples appeared in my palm, they floated on it, and I showed it to Devon. “All of these apples came from the same tree, the same level of sweetness, nutrition, and anything.” Little clouds show up above the apples. Soon it started raining. Then some apples turned black. “Some apples turned black and became a poison.” I looked up at him. “Among those apples, what will you choose?” “Are you saying I am a poison of this pack?”

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

--- The Eternal Vine Late that night, after the celebration had ended, Lily walked among the vines with her young daughter, Emilia, named after her great-grandmother. “Mommy,” Emilia asked, her small hand clutching Lily’s, “why do the vines grow so tall?” Lily smiled, looking up at the rows of leaves stretching toward the stars. “Because they reach for the light, just like we do. And their roots stay strong, no matter what happens.” As they walked, the vineyard hummed with life, its vines swaying gently in the night breeze. The land, touched by generations of love and resilience, stood as a testament to the Cain family’s enduring legacy—a legacy that would continue to flourish, rooted deeply