Poison Grease Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“He is stable for now but, he’ll need a lot of rest to recover. It was Serpent’s Kiss.” “What?!” Ophelia scoffed. “How did that poison even get to Moonglade!?” The Serpent’s Kiss was the deadliest poison to werewolves. Extracted and made from a rare flower that grow only in Glaham. Another proof that the culprit is on the inside. The manufacturing of the this elixir started over a century ago, for medical reasons. However, it’s side effects rendered it’s ban. Someone is secretly making them, and gave it to her brother.

The entrance door closed, and Lars spoke “Go ahead.” From Sophronia's gaze, Lars knew for sure that Keelin's condition wasn't that simple. Because there were three other people there, she didn't say everything. "Yes" Sophronia without delay went straight to the main content “The poison the lady got hit with was Srise, not a rare one. It is a colorless, odorless liquid that is difficult to detect. The poisoner can mix this into the lady's daily food and drink. You can use this point to find that person. Perhaps because she was poisoned not long ago, the amount of poison in the lady's body was not much, due to the double effect, the poison suddenly appeared."

His gaze was fixed on her unguarded back. She had her back to him! The realization struck Jaleel like a bolt of lightning, clearing the chaos in his mind. A cruel, twisted smile spread across his face. Did Aria truly believe she could look down on him after her victory? Did she really think breaking his sword had ended him? She was gravely mistaken. His fingers curled slightly within his sleeve. His final trump card was hidden there—the Hushneedle, the Ligotti family's secret weapon. The Hushneedle was cultivated from Shadowsteel, and it was as thin as a strand of hair. It struck without a sound, and its tip was coated with Soulbane Toxin—the deadliest poison in the world.

“If your merchants want safe passage without having their wagons burned to ash, they will pay the toll. The old treaties died the day I took the throne.” Kael scowled, opening his mouth to issue another useless complaint. Before the northern Alpha could speak, a sharp, bitter scent sliced through the heavy air of the grand hall. It cut right through the overwhelming smells of roasted venison, expensive perfumes, and spilled wine. My Lycan senses isolated the odor instantly. Crushed nightshade mixed with powdered silver and white oleander. It was a highly concentrated, lethal poison. A single drop could stop a normal wolf’s heart in seconds.

] Eden inquired. He wasn't optimistic. Warrior poisons were strictly regulated by Dragoria, and research or production of such substances was punishable by immediate execution. Few dared to delve into such dangerous territory. [The lowest level,] came the reply. Eden scoffed disdainfully. ‘They dare offer me low-grade substances? Do they think I’m a fool?’ But before he could dismiss the offer, the other party added, [It can be used on a deceased level-nine powerhouse, causing them to mutate into a level-nine monster. The toxin will then run through their veins.]

If her face was ruined, no amount of money could buy it back. "Do you know where I live?" Amanda asked. Ellis nodded. "I know." "Then go find her first. Tomorrow morning, go to my house to get the medicine. Also, you'd better not let the other party know that you've already seen me, or they won't tell you the truth." This fire poison was too familiar. It was made from the corpses of poisonous insects. The corpses of the poisonous insects were fermented, and they emitted a stench. They would also corrode human skin, blood vessels, and internal organs. After being corroded, they would emit a more terrifying odor.

The priestess answered. Cassandra smiled. "The end results will determine that," The assistant came in with a mini bottle in her hand. In the bottle was a substance that looked like water, whereas it is the deadliest poison to be ever made. It is called the dark scarlet poison; a poison that can be made by only a scarlet witch. It doesn't take effect immediately but hurts and kills more than a thousand swords.

)) ** yes** We searched for quite a few hours but found nothing ** Eliza! Over here ** I followed the voice over to the Eastern part of the forest where most of the others had already gathered. (( What is it? )) ** look ** I make a few steps forward and on one of the trees was some black looking goo, like tar, I reached out to touch it and fell back when hundreds of eyes peered out at me from behind the tree and in the tree lines surrounding (( something’s wrong! We need to cleanse this area immediately! There is a rip in our concealment spell! We have to repair it! ))

All our bunnies did, turning to ash on our desks. “This lesson was to show you that you can’t heal everything with your flames. Flames can take away pain, heal simple illnesses, and heal wounds. Your flames can’t heal poisons, curses, or dark magic. I wanted this to be something that stuck in your head. The bunnies had ingested this poison before class.” She sat a small vial of dark green liquid on her desk. “Anybody know what it is?” “Dark Ezulemus.” Cal answered. Of course he’d know.

"The girl is a rogue. But we didn’t find much on her asides from the scratch marks and the fact that she was given a high dosage of conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)." "You just said conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)?" Chad's eyes widened. "That word sounds familiar; I can't really remember where I heard it from," I muttered, trying to calm down my brain to remember. "In the Silverstone pack, conium maculatum is the main source of poison. It's a slow poison that first weakens your wolf, making you vulnerable to all attacks. It stops you from breathing normally. Shit, have you forgotten?" Chad explained, and I saw Andrew looking at him in awe.