Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

“We can't, if we do, it might result to more than one death, remember he has poison running in his veins!“ Paul disagreed “I think he can control who to poisoned, because he once trapped me with that Vines but I wasn't poisoned, even Decker!“ “Okay, but we can't say that any longer, what if he controlled the vines to poison people?“ “So what are we going to do then?“ “It's going to be a silent but dangerous fight!“ Tbc…

The word quarantine made the air heavier, tighter As if the walls themselves leaned in to listen I stood near the far pillar, tray still in my hands even though it was empty Every breath felt like glass Because the way the man died—the way the veins went dark, the froth at his mouth— I’d seen it before Not here Not in the palace In the forest Back when I still wore blue ribbons and believed revenge could be measured in grams of powder and seconds of pain The poison hadn’t been random It wasn’t even rare It was mine A mixture I’d made years ago when I was learning under the Blue Moon healer A blend of crushed nightthorn seeds and powdered wyrmroot Fast, silent, untraceable if used right Excep

“Sir, you should know that Veilroot poisoning is no accident. Obtaining the poison is—” “Difficult, I know,” Isaac cut him off. “It’s collected only from the thorns of Dusk Roses, then extracted carefully into an oil.” When he noticed the puzzled expression on my face, he added with a shrug, “I did occasionally pay attention during my tutoring sessions.”

I asked, frightfully. "He was poisoned." She said. "The dagger used to stab him had been poisoned with Devil's Vine, which is a rare plant which grows at the outskirts of Stone City and is usually harvested by Outlanders. It is one of the worst ways used to kill Werewolves and it had been used by the early Lycan Kings to torture and kill Werewolves." "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, covering my agape mouth with my shivering palms. "But the... Uhm, what is called... Dragon Breath will save him, right?"

A prickling sense of danger shot up my spine. Then, her vicious thought drilled into my ear: [Drink it, bitch. This wine is laced with concentrated liquid silver. One sip will sear your vocal cords and wither your wolf spirit to ash. Let’s see if that old hag Vivian still respects you when you’re a mute, broken thing!] Liquid silver. The most violent poison to a werewolf. She didn’t just want to ruin my ceremony; she wanted to destroy me completely. I looked at Sarah’s expectant eyes and let a cold smile touch my lips.

She raised her hands and created a wall of light around herself. Vessara sneered. “You can’t burn poison. You can’t fix rot.” Cassia tilted her head. “You don’t fix rot.” “You grow something new.” And just like that, Cassia planted fire. Literally. From her bare feet, golden vines erupted, climbing like ivy, wrapping the circle in warmth. When Vessara lunged, the fire vines caught her blades. The poison sizzled. Cassia whispered, “Sleep.” And the venom wielder collapsed peacefully to the ground.

Isolde made her way to where the remaining lycans were resting, unaware of the impending danger. With calculated precision, Isolde poured the poison into their wine, ensuring that there was no chance of survival. The lycans, already weakened from their past ordeals, were defenseless against this hidden threat. As they drank from the tainted source, the poison worked swiftly, coursing through their bodies and snuffing out their lives.

Smiling wickedly, Sevenom then added, “Don’t worry about the color. I’ve changed the white wine into a medicinal wine that’ll help enhance your inner strength! With that said, please enjoy, Saint Darkwind…!” As one would expect, the wine was actually poisoned! With how high its toxicity now was, anyone who drank it—regardless of cultivation level—would surely perish! What more, there was no antidote for this poisonous wine, and even Mr. Sevenom wouldn’t be able to handle it! Naturally, Darkwind was no idiot, and he instantly glared at Sevenom while growling, “You…!”

The girl needed some air to breath before that happened. After recovering from the shock, Dave looked at him. His face serious. "You do realise you are only pushing her away by doing this?" Dave said, making his frown turn deeper. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Have you heard the story of the vine and the rose?" Nate's clueless expression gave him the answer and he began, "A lonely vine searched the wild to find something that he can call his own. It is then he saw a blooming rose and fell for its beauty. He crept closer, convinced she needed his protection to survive in this cruel wild. The tender, vulnerable rose welcomed him, considering him a friend. He curled himself around her with dev

"Oh come on! Don't play dumb with me. Brenda and whoever else giving you instructions must've told you they'd elevate your status once you drugged me. But considering how pissed Brenda looked during the ceremony then I'm sure you even went behind her back," "I don't know what you are saying." She defended. "You wanted to be part of the upper class." Her lips curved, not quite a smile. “You make it sound like it is a crime.” Callister’s wolf growled low inside him. Because deep down, it didn’t feel like a crime. However, he felt like it was a trap and he had just walked straight into it. Before he could say another word, a horn echoed through the trees. The signal. It was time.