Poison Grease Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Aeron spoke, "This type of poison. I've seen it before. What did they drink? Jax frowned, "Wine. They both had it from Nova's goblet." "How much did they have of that wine?" Elias asked. Cael answered. "Elle barely had any. A sip, I think. Nova drank the whole glass." Elias's brow furrowed deeply. "What is it?" Jax asked. Elias looked between them. "The poison is called Lycura's Kiss. Made from Lycura - a very poisonous plant - and laced with dark magic. It is tasteless, odorless, and a coward's way to kill an enemy and make them suffer."

The very air hummed with a deep, unsettling silence, broken only by the weak, rattling cough of a child from within one of the hovels, a sound that spoke of a body losing its fight. They dismounted slowly, their boots sinking into mud that seemed unnaturally sticky and dark. "By the gods," Kael whispered, his face pale as he took in the devastation. "What happened here?" Thane's nostrils flared, his heightened senses bombarded by the pollution. He crouched by the stream, but didn't touch it, his body recoiling slightly from the fumes. "The poison," he said, his voice grim. "It's concentrated. It's like the source vomited its entire contents into the water all at once."

It had come from a different angle. She looked back at the treeline. Silas stood there, his crossbow lowered, a look of triumph on his face. If I can't have you, no one will, Silas yelled across the clearing. The silver began to burn through Elidra’s veins. It was a specialized poison, designed to stop a heart in seconds. Her vision began to blur, the world tilting on its axis. Elidra! Cassian screamed, catching her as she fell.

“You will tear the city apart!” ​“Good!” I yelled, driving my blade into the knee joint of a Raven Guard. The machine groaned and collapsed, steam hissing from its severed lines. “A city built on stolen breath deserves to fall!” ​I reached into the pouch Leo had given me and pulled out the vial of purple poison. I dodged a final blow from the last guardian and leaped onto the brass orb. The metal was burning hot, but I didn’t care. I smashed the vial against the central axle, the liquid seeping into the gears.

"For now, Lyrien, you might not be able to wield your power as a wolf. The poison is still coursing through your veins, and it could affect your abilities." Lyrien's face fell, his eyes were clouded with worry. He looked at his friends, his expression were filled with uncertainty. Aria's eyes widened in shock too, mirroring the expressions of the others. "How can we get rid of the poison totally?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Eluned's expression was grim. "The poison isn't something that can be easily found. It's from...Vulkaria." Aria's eyes snapped with recognition. "Vulkaria? That's the Erin pack's territory!"

I can’t attack her right away and stab her with a knife. ‘Hogan will kill me for sure.’ If I use poison, her power as a Gypsy will heal her either way. ‘Think Elaina. Think of a way to kill that annoying b*tch.’ “What are you holding?” While washing the dishes, I turned my head and looked at the other maids conversing here in the kitchen. “This is a Gabro Poison. I used this to poison the rat in the castle. There are many of them recently.” “Are you nuts? Why are you using Gabro? The Alpha King banned using that since last month.”

“Thyssalin—pronounced THISS-uh-lin,” Adrian said, his words deliberate and slow, each syllable pressing into the air like a burning sun. The final sound lingered, stretching into the passive silence around them. Once again, Adrian’s eyes caught the man’s nervousness unraveling. He could no longer control it—his face was sweating in the worst way possible, betraying everything he wanted to hide. “It’s a poison,” Adrian continued, his tone steady. “A rare crystalline secretion found in the glands of an equally rare subterranean insect… or fungus.”

A mansion, a large apartment downtown, a Maserati, ten million dollars in cash, and one percent share of his publicly traded company. All this was a small token of sincerity? "Fine." I signed with the pen. "I'll accept the compensation." Although Ethan loved me now, who could guarantee what would happen later? When men stopped loving you, their hearts could easily turn to stone. I had to keep something of my own to rely on. I did not hide this from Ethan. I just did not tell him the exact amount. However, he did not react much to it. "If he's giving it to you, just take it. No matter how much he gives, he owes you.

Behind the rich aroma of the elderberry and the cloves, there was something else, very faint but noticeable, like the cold and alkaline smell of the stagnant water in the caves running over the lead. Marrow-bane. The poison produced only in the dark crags of the mountains. Tasteless. Scentless to a normal person. But it smells as bad as a dead carcass left in the hot day for a Nullifier core to sense the forbidden magic. A clear, cold vision appeared before me. Kael had left me on the terrace full of regret and confusion. Draven was unconscious behind me. But in an hour somebody had managed to enter the royal dispensary and put the undetectable neurotoxin on my tray.

"If the Warlord tries to send a secondary repair crew back to this foundry from the harbor, they won't find a single brick standing to anchor their tools. Every pipeline from here to the lower drainage chutes is packed with high-concentration incendiary gel." Leo looked up from the control casing, his golden amber pupils flaring in the dim light of the foundry vault. "We aren't leaving a single circuit board intact, Dad. The core ledger showed that they used the heat output from these furnaces to cook the raw components of the blinding toxin. If we don't reduce the entire iron skeleton to slag, their technicians can rebuild the processing line within a month."