Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

But the story they thought they knew… was wrong. The truth was this: one partner had indeed killed the other — but it was the winemaker who killed his friend in an accident. They’d been drinking heavily one night, and the victim’s fall should not have been fatal. At the hospital, strange reactions were found in his system. The wine was to blame. He had consumed it obsessively, every day, even carrying bottles with him when he traveled. The addiction had ravaged his immune system. The surviving friend investigated his own creation and realized what he had done — the wine was poison dressed in flavor. He tried to alter the formula, to give it a safer taste, but people complained. Finally, he s

The bitter, metallic taste almost made me gag. He lifted his long, dark lashes and lazily glanced at me. "Poison. Don’t eat it." I jerked my head up in alarm. "Is this… bloodvine grass? You planted this many?" Beta Steve had said bloodvine grass was worth a fortune and notoriously difficult to cultivate. Had he grown it for me? The question reached my lips but never left them. I had been hurt too many times. My mind had built a fortress, a shield against misplaced hopes.

Venn did not expect that her best effort could fail so easily. "Miss... Miss Arren is not dead, Madam," the servant repeated the information given earlier. "It can't be! How is that possible?" Venn seemed incredulous. The poison she obtained from the black market was a rare and highly toxic poison. Only two people in this country had ever been exposed to it, and those people were confirmed dead. "Did that merchant lie to me?" Venn began to suspect the trade union that was her regular customer. She would make sure that the fraudster would not last long in this business.

She checked her vitals, muttering to the nurse beside her and calling for scans. Then she paused; her expression dropped.My stomach dropped with it. “What is it?” I asked. She looked at me. “She’s been poisoned,” “I know,” I snapped. “Tell me what kind.” The doctor swallowed. “Nightshade Vine.” The name hit me like a slap. I knew that plant. Everyone did. It was banned from every pack territory in the kingdom for a reason. “The toxin has a six-hour incubation period,” the doctor went on, “After that, the victim’s mind begins to slip. They become disoriented. Their scent spikes. Their body…” she hesitated, “...is forced into heat.”

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

“Everything remains the same till I say otherwise, but before then, where is my uncle?” “He is in the dungeon, his wife has been joined with her daughter” “I am interested in him alone,” Said

Fergus said. "That's right, uncle is right! Dad, the Deadly Veratrum poison is so much more poisonous than Veratrum poison. Even if he's able to cure Veratrum poison, he might not be able to cure Deadly Veratrum poison! On top of that, it's not that easy to cure poison. He hasn't done anything, so how could he cure himself so quickly?!" Wade agreed hurriedly. "Yes, you're right!" Crowley looked like he just woke up from a dream.

Lucas answered Casually, Harley and Roman gave each other a confused glance “You poisoned us?” Roman refused to believe or maybe he just didn’t understand “You?” Harley asked again as she got up from the couch slowly to face Lucas “Yes me, I did it with wolfs bane and that on the table is the cure. The ashes of the strain of the same plant used to poison you” Lucas stated fully, he didn’t seem like what he did was bad. “why would you do that!” Roman fired with little anger in his voice and more confusion.

I’d rather save him. I was about to turn away, heart already pounding, but their voices snagged me like hooks. They weren’t done conspiring. “Are you sure you did it right?” one of them asked, suspicion sharpening his whisper. “I did,” the other replied, a cruel satisfaction curling his words. “Slipped it in myself. No one saw me. The poison’s clean, undetectable. Looks like wine, tastes like nothing. It was meant to be some new joint the southern crews were peddling…an experiment gone wrong. They thought they’d cooked up pleasure, but they cooked up death instead. I went through hell to get it. Called in favors, paid in blood. All for him.”

he pleaded. The man before him could kill with a single word. Even his name made people tremble. Benjamin sneered. “You can deny it. But I have proof. The poison comes from a rhizome-based plant—prolonged use causes blindness. A year of it, and it kills. You really think I wouldn’t find out? Without proof, would I have you kneeling here?” Benjamin didn’t like bloody violence. He preferred quiet, strategic strikes—smiling while delivering fatal blows.