Poison Grease Elden Ring Novels & Stories

His palms were stained with a greasy, metallic soot that burned with a dull, chemical heat. "It’s not just dry," Ressi whispered, staring at his blackened palms with a look of profound horror. "The earth is... it’s been murdered. There’s a poison here that eats life before it can even breathe. It’s not a desert, Kesi. It’s a grave."

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.”

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.

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 poison coursing through Chase's body originated from the Nether Poison. Although it was just a single trace, its toxicity was potent enough to kill any martial monarch-level warrior. However, this Nether Poison, derived from Sky Spirit Grass, was not entirely destructive. If he could absorb and refine it, the poison would stabilize his cultivation base instead of destroying his body. "You won't escape!" Alden snarled, his eyes brimming with malice as he gripped his blade and charged once more.

for the Coast. Thorne took his glass, his hand shaking slightly. "To the Moretti name," he muttered, though his eyes were full of hate. "May you rule as long as the tides allow." Dante reached for his glass, his fingers closing around the crystal stem. Suddenly, my vision flickered. The world didn't turn silver; it turned into a thermal map of chemical signatures.

And she had found one—for the next forty-eight hours, at least. Finished, he turned to her, caught her watching him, but said only, "You ready?" Standing, she slung the rucksack over her shoulder, where it joined the unstrung bow. "Did you find what you were looking for?" He nodded. "I got the poison I wanted—which she didn’t finish testing, so I have no idea if it’ll work or not—along with a good supply of wolfsleep sap, which is roughly like chewing gum in your world but also works on wounds. And this could come in handy." He dug into his battered rucksack and held out three small lumps of greenish stuff that had the consistency of putty and an oily sheen.

Alpha Dennis mumbled and the pack seer bowed before going to Leonard, he placed his hands on his neck and closed his eyes for almost a minute before opening it back, he opened Leonard's eyes a little and sighed out. "What's wrong?" Elena asked. "The poison that was used on him is extremely dangerous and the cure is rare to find" the seer reported. "What do you mean?" Donald spoke up. "The cure can only be found in the Death Forest" the seer added. "What!" Everybody gasped out. The Death Forest is known to be a very dangerous forest, just like it's name, anybody who goes in there never comes back alive, it's known across many packs. "What do you mean the death forest...can't it be found..anyw