Poison Grease Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Dirt around the edge was charred and cracking, and if I reached further into the roots, I could smell it. Dragonsteel. “They’re poisoning the soil,” I said, bile rising in my throat. “Trying to hollow us out from the roots.” Elias nodded, solemn and quiet. “This wasn’t just vandalism. This was a prototype.” He rose and snapped his fingers, a controlled burst of flame igniting at his fingertips, green and blue. “Can’t cleanse all of it. Not without weeks of magic work. But I can burn what’s here.”

Alfred scowled. "There's a way! Ganoderma has the property of dissolving poison, and it works on most poisonous plants! I can produce a type of Essential Detox Pill with Ganoderma, but I can't guarantee if it could fully counter the effects of the Reaper's Breath. Regardless, I will try my best," Leon replied hesitantly. The Essential Detox Pill was a type of pill used as an antidote to numerous poisons, but since the Reaper's Breath was a unique poison, Leon did not know if the Essential Detox Pill would work.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

Gerber pushed her sleeves up while marching to the door. Atlas tried to stop her violent moves but she left before we could even react. I ran up to the two, behind Atlas who seemed too calm for what is happening. I almost died! How did that even got there? "It's a type of poison that doesn't react to any vampires. It's the Helsing syrup. It's made from the roots of a helsing plant which can be found only in the palace grounds..." Atlas explained it to me as we turned to a different hallway. She continued," This type of poison is invisible. It doesn't reveal itself through any tests... I'm a bit worried... or should I say, I am quite amazed that it revealed itself. "

It smelled faintly of sweet almonds. ‎"This isn't silver," Elena said sharply, her mind racing through her mental index of botanicals. "It's Death’s Nightshade. A rare, engineered biochemical toxin meant to paralyze the cellular regeneration of a royal wolf. If I don't neutralize this in three minutes, his heart will stop completely." ‎The warrior drew his dagger, pressing the cold steel right against Elena’s throat. "If you are lying, Omega, I will rip your throat out myself." ‎Elena didn't even flinch. She looked the terrifying warrior dead in the eye. "If you want him to live, put the knife away and hand me that blue vial on the top shelf. Now!"

The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I steady my feet, but my mind is already swimming. “You’re stronger than I thought… and smarter.” He spits out another mouthful of blood and grabs a dagger from his waistband. “I coated my sword in poison. A special concentrate mixed with belladonna and oleander as a base, then a coat of what I believe mortals call monkshood… or wolfsbane. It was given to me eons ago by the Goddess Circe herself. It’s never failed me before.”

“What—what is it?” Fenric’s gaze did not soften, though his words cut through her agony. “It is poison. Stolen from the grave of the first star-blessed. It binds the spirit to silence, severs it from the moon. They swore it was destroyed.” His eyes turned to the High Elder, burning with fury. “You kept it. You kept it, knowing what it does.” The High Elder’s voice was cold, merciless. “The star-blessed bring only ruin. We end it now.”

Ezra and I get to him first. "He’s burning up," Ezra says, voice cracking. "What the hell is this?" A healer runs in. Then another. Then Elder Mave herself. They pull him to the infirmary. I pace outside like a caged wolf. Finally, Mave emerges. Her face is ashen. "He’s been poisoned. The toxin… it’s Boundless in origin. It must have been dormant. Buried in his blood." "Can you fix it?" She hesitates. "We’re trying but his life is now hanging by a thread."

Eden stepped inside after requesting permission. The knight’s expression looked incredibly grave, and in his hands was a small, worn wooden box. "Grand Duke, the report from our trusted physician is complete." Kaelus gave a brief nod, gesturing for Eden to speak directly despite Baroness Lexcan's presence. Sooner or later, the woman would have to face the facts anyway. "The liquid is indeed poison, but it is not a type that can be found or purchased easily. The physician has examined its raw ingredients. This blend is identical to the ones commonly traded in the Fosteriana region, near the southern border."

AUSTIN. It was the call I had been expecting,dreading, craving. The grand apology. The orchestrated symphony of regret. Eleanor’s cold prophecy echoed in my head: "He will come. And it will sound more real than ever before." But now, a new, fiery thought crossed my mind. I could answer his call. I could let his voice wash over me. I could say, "It okay, I have forgiven you.” I could use my forgiveness as weapon to shame Eleanor. The temptation was a sweet, sharp venom. I could become the grenade thrown into the heart of her perfect dynasty.