Poison From The Same Vine Novelas e Histórias

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?"

“You must be gullible to think that whatever River feels for you is love. You are nothing but a convenient whore for this arousal. But you should be grateful you were able to amount to something that relevant, shouldn't you? Afterall fucking around is like the only thing you can do perfectly.” Then my gaze flicker down to her trolley, eyes darting around the herbs that she has there. “Moonthorn and Embervine will give you a bitter taste when used together and can also be poisonous if used in a very high amount, you dimwit. Why don't you drop out of college and become a full time whore to River? I bet you'd do better in that.” Suddenly, laughter erupts from behind us. I stare back to see thre

The questions echoed within my mind, each repetition a testament to the fragility of control and the unpredictability of fate. Desperation clawed at my insides as I grappled with the reality that there was no salvation for the Baron now. The poison, as I had been informed by the person who had provided it, was a potent concoction with no known antidote. My meticulous research had confirmed the lethal nature of the substance, a testament to the lengths I had gone to ensure the success of my revenge.

He said and I nodded. He laid me down on the blanket and moved over to my swollen leg. "I should have known. How could I be so careless?" He berated himself. "That plant that attacked you, it wasn't just carnivorous, it was poisonous as well. It traps its prey with its vines and tries to kill them with its thorns but if it realizes the prey is still alive, it secretes its poison into the body of the prey which will kill the victim for sure. That's why I wanted you to hold still and not struggle because then it would think you're dead. I wasn't sure if it was poisonous since I've never seen anything like it before but I've heard stories." He explained and paused.

Just when she thought she had succeeded, Dylan's parents adamantly opposed the marriage. Not only did they refuse, but they also went to Lauren's hometown and spread rumors that she was a shameless gold digger who used men for money. Lauren's parents were deeply ashamed, and her reputation was ruined. After her scheme was exposed, she begged Dylan not to call the police. She offered to split the massive insurance payout with him so they could escape abroad and live a luxurious life together. Faced with such temptation, Dylan agreed. However, on the night before their departure, he drugged Lauren and poisoned her to death.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

“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.”