Poison From The Same Vine Novelas e Histórias

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…!”

Or was it where the door to the hidden room was? Then came the scent. Alcohol. The sharp, sour scent clung like a second skin. Alpha Callister Haemont walked in, barefoot, his shirt half-buttoned, hair a dark mess as though sleep and whiskey had twisted through it. His eyes were glassy. Red-rimmed and still sharp enough to slice the air around him. The Elders turned with identical expressions of disdain and as though accusing her. “So,” one said, “the new Alpha celebrates his rise by drowning himself in liquor.”

“Yes… Well, ‘saw’ might not be the correct term. I felt it too, Dahlly – his memories and emotions were so present that I could even smell the taste of blood at his mouth…” “His family, they seemed to have been poisoned before they were attacked.” “Yes, that’s the case indeed… They were given a rare kind of poison.” “The poison, I need to check it further, but I there was probably the presence of vineroot in it.” “Vineroot? You mean the plant that can only be found in the Water Fairy clan’s territory?” “Yes… Although I have never seen it up close and had never used it before, I read in some books that they were highly fatal to vampires. If a vampire does unfortunately take it, it will mimic

Zhao Qiankun yelled, "Everybody here has been poisoned except you. Who else can it be?" Hu Xiaoxian said, "Are you out of your mind? Why does he have to do that? Why wouldn't he just leave you to the vines? Why does he have to make it so complicated?" "Well..." Zhao Qiankun was stunned, but later he yelled, "Then why is he the only safe one?" Qin Haodong ignored Zhao Qiankun and picked a freshly cut vine. He pointed to the thorns on it and said, "The poison in you is from the Cannibal Vine."

His wary voice and fearing eyes as he glanced at the impatient Duke intensified. "What is it?" Headmaster Eyzana implored the young noble. He handed the paper to the lords as he started explaining the situation. "It was not the poison being mixed secretly, but poison from an ingredient of the porridge. If you check the second page, it was the copy of Lady Sabina signing that approval of ingredients and one of those is the Vervain. Flowers from the Vervain can be mistaken as cauliflower when mixed with the other vegetables, but it was poisonous enough to kill an elephant when digested."

"That's not funny. Be careful with what comes out of your mouth! How is the wine poisonous when everyone here already drank it? Aren't we drinking together with you?" Severin stood up slowly and said with a cold smile, "The wine in your glasses is from the previous bottle, and anything remaining from that bottle doesn't contain any poison!" Severin paused for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth to say, "But the wine in Hall Master Larry and Blade's glasses came from a bottle that had just been opened. Indeed, the previous bottle of wine isn't poisonous, but this new bottle is different! If you think I'm making false accusations, why don't you exchange glasses with the two of them?"

she whispered. She did. It was the same blend that had nearly killed Old Man Robinson her in her past life. The one Seth had used to poison his own grandfather in order to frame her. It had no known antidote. Except the one she had discovered… too late. Rosa raced to her herbal lab, crushing rare black-root vine, ghost-ginger, and a sliver of vermilion horn fungus. The stench was overpowering. Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death.

He'd found out about this yesterday evening, and had been contemplating ever since whether to expose the truth to the Alphas. He'd thought of many ways to deliver the news... softly. In a way that wouldn't make them all crack. There was none. There was something in his expression right now that none of them liked. He looked almost... afraid. Not of them. For them. "I need you three to listen to everything before you react." He said. "What the hell does that mean?" Jayden frowned. "It means I need you to let me finish, please," Cairo added and took a slow breath, "Start with what we already know. The poison was introduced through the wine that came from the Eastern vineyards."