Poison From The Same Vine Novels & Stories

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."

She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me? "We can't even win against them! If you want to die, go die on your own—why are you dragging me into this?" But her lies were instantly exposed by the enemy wolves standing across from them. "You're still carrying that witch in your mouth? Guess we really did catch the wrong mate of yours!" One of them sneered and added, "You got played, Louis. She tricked you into thinking she was poisoned. When we caught her, she sold out your Luna just to save her own life."

I gawk as one of the warriors hands Crimson a torch from his pack and a box of matches, only realizing when he spoke in his gruff voice, that that was the man who took me down. “What did you poison us with?” I finally ask, only thinking of and wanting to know now. “A thorn from the bush of Manchineel dipped in Nightshade.” He speaks. “And what did you give Tawny the night of the full moon?” Crimson growls out the question. This time Arik answers, “She was given Jimsonweed in her wine.” At least he looked guilty as he told us. “That and nightshade grow abundantly on our lands. Mix them together and you can take down anything and have them seeing shit for weeks.”

He was obviously purposely walking slowly because he wanted me to catch up with him and that is something that can never happen in my reality. The words that fall out of my mouth next bring me back to reality…the reality that I am not dreaming. This is real life. “I, Poison Ivy welcomes you to the clan of the abominable dream stand that fulfils the hidden chronicles of the human body which is the only thing allowing the fish to malfunction in the coconut water of the strawberry palm fronds which the seed of the living cockroach which lives in the fourth floor of the rat's apartment shall die in the bathroom of a living specimen." And yes, I said every stupid dumbing word in one breath.

Every black vine that sprouted from the ground had been immediately cut by the frozen blades. Arth was about to take a step back, but then he never noticed the vine that pricked its thorn on his leg. He clenched his teeth, grunting out the pain of the poisonous thorn. His left leg burned with pain inside as if he had been stung by a snake or a bee. He immediately cut the vine to prevent it from sucking his blood out.

Doctor Abbott responded nonchalantly. Upon receiving the Pure Spirit Ganoderma, his eyes widened in anger. "To go as far as using the Turtle Dove Poison, it's a meticulously planned scheme with a malevolent intent." "Is it highly toxic?" Alexander inquired with curiosity. "Absolutely," Doctor Abbott confirmed, proceeding to explain the poison's potency and the intricate process of its refinement. "This poison acts swiftly, sealing the throat upon contact with blood. Ingestion by mistake can grant survival for only a few minutes," explained Doctor Abbott solemnly.

The staff gave the kids the milk, and they enjoyed it, not knowing it was spiked with poison. Natasha smirked cunningly in her room. Unable to directly spike the milk without raising suspicions, she cleverly concealed the poison within a ring she words. Pretending to clean the cups, she discreetly opened the ring top and spiked the drinks, ensuring her malicious plan remained undetected. The poisonous leaf from Viaronia would release toxins over two months, leaving no trace and baffling even medical practitioners in the unfortunate event of the twins' untimely demise.

“I heard an explosion, and I ran to see what was going on. I got caught up in it and managed to escape in time to come here.” I nodded and looked around the quiet campsite. “Gather our strongest men… we will go there immediately,” I tell him. He nodded, but before he could run off, I called after him. “James,” I said, halting him. “Did you find out what the poison was?” He nodded again. “Yes, Sire. It was Nightshade. Slow-moving, yet deadly. There isn’t an actual cure for it. Once it’s in your system, it’s only a matter of time before death follows.”

Colt said out loud. “Hold on.” Relaxing my entire body, I focused on creating these beautiful vines with massive purple and white flowers. In the middle, they had little needles that shot out poison into their victim. Opening my eyes, I watched them grow around the surrounding trees. The Vaewolves seemed uneasy about them as they bounced from foot to foot.

Her expression had become serious. "Vincenzo was right," Anna said as she handed me the file she had brought with her. "I had a doctor test the fluid, like you asked me, and the doctor confirmed that it was a very lethal poison that was produced with moonflower and some other dangerous ingredients." Moonflower? Isn't that the same poison Lorenzo and Mia used to frame me in my previous life? Moonflower has been banned in every werewolf community... how do they keep getting it? "According to the doctor, it's a lethal poison but doesn’t kill very fast. It slowly eats up the organs and intestines until there’s nothing left..." She trailed off, leaving me to finish her words.