Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

Hadley has spent most of her life being loved by the Royal Pack. Orphaned young and raised beneath the protection of the Alpha King and Luna Queen, she grew up inside the palace alongside their son, Killian. She may be wolfless, and she may not have royal blood, but to the people who matter, she has always been family. Until Killian comes home. One night Hadley can’t remember leaves her waking in his bed at three-thirty in the morning. By breakfast, Killian has found his mate. Her best friend, Avery. And then Hadley’s world begins to change. Memories no longer fit. Friends turn cold. Accidents become accusations. Evidence appears where it shouldn’t, and the boy who once

"Benedict, I never thought your jealousy would run so deep. Just to keep me away from Clay, you were willing to take my life. Do our three years of marriage mean nothing to you at all?" Our marriage? It amounted to nothing compared to her sharing a bed with a man she claimed was just a friend. While the Johnsons all took turns condemning me, I kept my gaze fixed on Evanna. I asked, "Do you know where the Nineblossom Pill comes from? Setting aside how rare the ingredients are, there's only one person in the world who can make them—Physician Goodall of Enrin.

“Why would you think that?” “Because only death would keep your father from running the Harvest Gathering,” Theo said. “So, if he’s not dead, what is going on?” “The truth is, Father is very sick,” I explained. “What do you mean sick? We don’t get sick,” Theo said. “He was poisoned by Cassius. It’s a slow toxin, and there’s no cure. The only thing that could have helped was a potion created from the Frostmoon Vine, but Ronan destroyed both the potion and the plant.”

I’d do it if he said yes. Felix’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t respond. He’s protecting himself, my wolf observes. He leans closer to the screen, eyes narrowing. “Wait.” My attention sharpens. “What?” “I’ve got something.” I get closer so I can see the screen over his shoulder. He pulls up a series of old records, text scrolling rapidly. “Poison classifications used during the war…” he mutters. “Here.” He taps the screen. “Looks like there was a vine-based toxin used against the hunters, one that was created by a sypher with green magic.”

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

When I saw the results, I was stunned. The final conclusion was written clearly. [Main component: Vitamin C. No toxic, harmful, or psychoactive substances detected.] Vitamin C? Did Jade not poison Michael? Instantly, I had a million thoughts flying through my mind. In my previous life, Jade did not even drug the wine. She only took a bottle to pretend to do it, making sure I witnessed it. If I caused a scene, she would be able to turn her conflict with Michael into a conflict between Michael and I.

" Richard explained but I still wasn't satisfied. "Would you stop your bickering for a second and hear me out? Though I'm not answerable to anyone, I have a right to be heard. For Selene's sake, I did not poison the wine or the girl. I told you that the wine was special because the grapes it was made from were from my personal vineyard. When I mentioned it being special, I didn't mean that it was poisoned. And besides, why would I want to poison Alpha Richard when his brother is to be my son in-law soon?

Her skin too still. He hadn't left in hours. Vivianne approached without a sound. In her hands, a folded note—her scribbled conclusions, formulas, herbs crossed out, poisons circled. “Asher,” she said softly. He didn’t look at her. “I’ve found the source. The poison—it’s ritual-based, Hollowpact origin. Not just alchemical, but woven into the body like a curse.” “Then undo it,” he said, voice low and sharp. Vivianne’s tone hardened. “If it were that simple, she’d already be walking. This was designed to pass through love—a trap hidden inside kindness.”

I know so much about his death- so much that I don’t want Charles to know that I know But Charles seems to have had enough of the talk about his father’s death. He changed the topic immediately. “There's a root that grows near the river. It is called the barba shrub. Nobody knows, but it is very poisonous. It is only poisonous when prepared the particular way. When you grind the root, boil it in an animal dung and mixed into food, it becomes poisonous.” “Eww… won’t it smell,” his small description makes me forget about Elder Boris temporary

Jerson who was about to touch the body was immediately stopped by Vishnu. “Don’t touch the body. He drank poison," Vishnu said. “You heard about Vuintor Poison, right? It's in demand in the underground business. It is the best use in mass murder as the poison transfers to your body if you touch the person who was affected.”