Poison Grease Elden Ring Novels & Stories

"What is it, Helen? Talk to me." Helen dropped her voice to a tense, hurried whisper. "The guards just found something in the water lines. Someone dumped a highly concentrated batch of silver-root venom into the wells by the eastern gardens. If anyone touches it or breathes in the steam when the morning sun hits it, their lungs will paralyze in minutes." All the air left my chest. "Where exactly?" I whispered, my hands starting to tremble. Helen looked at me with a mix of pity and absolute dread. "The eastern paths, Zaria. Right by the treeline. It’s the exact route you take every single afternoon to go see Maeve at the greenhouse."

Drogo inquired from Zelta, "Do you know the kind of poison that was used on her?" "Th_ The person who wanted her dead chose the deadliest mixture of poisons in the w_ world. A_" "What kind of poison was used, Zelta?" Gustav sprang up, flaming hot. " Answer the question you're being asked." "N_ nightshade, wolfsbane, silver, and the deadliest of all- the j_ juice from a black lotus." "impossible." Drogo looked like he saw a ghost in walking the daylight. "The black lotus cannot be found within our borders. They grow only in the Crescent pack."

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth

Arguments erupted, swaying back and forth in a heated and protracted debate. Zaiper seemed to realize he was losing ground. "Very well. We will abandon the eclipse moon plan. Instead, we rely on the next best option. We shall use every weapon at our disposal to subdue the beast. Scented leaves from the forest of Abadin, daggers infused with dragonblood, iron shards, and firearms loaded with poisoned bullets. Combined, these will significantly weaken, if not outright kill, the beast." Another wave of murmurs swept through the court. The overseer of military affairs rose to his feet once more, his voice heavy with doubt. "Are we truly to use such lethal poisons on the grand king? It seems... h

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

He signaled down into the abyss, and a dozen more elite warriors swarmed up behind him, their breathing heavy but controlled. "Now," Vance whispered. Renard dropped his torch. From the darkness of the high crags, thirty heavy wooden barrels were kicked over the edge. They tumbled down the vertical rock face, bouncing violently against the granite protrusions and spraying a thick, dark, viscous fluid over the climbing lanes. It was unrefined whale oil, mixed with sulfur and boiled pine tar—a mixture so dense that even the torrential downpour could not wash it from the stone. The Janissaries screamed as the foul-smelling grease coated their hands, their ropes, and their leather armor, instantl

Their dark golden armor linked together to form an unbreakable steel wall beneath the flames. Kaelen stood alone before the tavern’s broken wooden gate, clad only in his black windbreaker with no armor. Behind him, Bruno gripped his broadsword and directed soldiers to seal off every underground exit, his expression stern. Inside the tavern. The one-eyed Dark Blood contact realized they were exposed and made no move to surrender. BOOM! A dull detonation echoed from the basement. He activated the tavern’s built-in self-destruction array. Swirls of dark green toxic fumes gushed out through every crack and gap. This high-grade poison was fiercely corrosive, eating away flesh the moment it touche

"The seal is holding, but the pressure is building! The nanites are generating heat as they eat!" ​"Let them eat," I said, my teeth clenched. "Harl, trigger the pressure release on level four. Direct the grey dust into the primary forge." ​"What? Elara, that dust is toxic!" ​"It’s also refined carbon and silicate," I snapped. "Feed it to the fire. We’re going to forge the counter-strike using the very material they’re using to delete us." ​The University became a giant, self-consuming engine. We breathed in the poison, filtered it through the charred lungs of the Grove, and hammered it into the weapons of our survival. The Surgeons wanted to erase the error, but we were becoming a permanent

The poison in her body was similar to wolfsbane, yet very different. It grew in my country, Greece, as a plant called Vok. It was an illegal substance sold on the black market. Only our kind in my country knew about it, and they usually carried it for protection. To avoid detection, they often mixed its powdered form with either metal or gemstones.Putting it on one's skin was harmless, but once the one who possessed the gem or metal rubbed their finger on it and touched food, liquid, or utensils, the poison got stuck on them. Whoever ate, drank, or used those utensils became poisoned. It didn't matter what kind of supernatural being they were.

"To guard it. Elena sighed. She walked to the sand pit in the center of the room—the same place she had tested Leo ten years ago. "I don't guard it," Elena said. "I contain it." She waved her hand. The sand in the pit parted, revealing a thick glass floor. Beneath the glass, deep in the earth, something was glowing. It wasn't the calm, cool blue of the Northern Core. It was green. Sickly, neon, radioactive green. And it wasn't a smooth sphere. It was jagged. A massive splinter of rock that looked like a festering wound in the earth. "The Northern Core was the engine," Elena explained. "It was pure. Clean." She pointed down. "This... this is the exhaust pipe. This is where the waste energy of