روايات وقصص ضمن Poison Mist Ash Of War

The earth was still bleeding. Bodies. Too many. Some still half-shifted, jaws stretched open in frozen snarls. Others burned in their wolf-skin, claws curled into the dirt like they tried to drag themselves toward the treeline. She didn’t recognize all their faces, but she remembered their scents. They’d called her Alpha. And now, they were gone. Asher crouched beside a corpse, his brow dark with soot, his mouth tight. “They used silver shrapnel. Chemical accelerants. Military-grade.” He touched one of the shards still lodged in a ribcage. “They came prepared.”

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

With that, the hologram disappeared. Edom grinned his teeth. “That bitc-” He stopped when the red box opened, revealing a beautiful red poppy. Olive’s eyes widened. Red poppy symbolizes war. Suddenly, gasses smoked out of the poppy’s pot. “Crap. It’s poison, get out!” *** “Thaddeus, how are you?” Ashriel asked after turning off the hologram. Xieaniel who was operating remained silent. Leon grinned his teeth. Despite knowing how much he’s hurt, Ashriel still asked him.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.

Pitch black blood leaked out of their orifices as they collapsed to the ground, completely paralyzed. As it turned out, the mist was highly toxic! Whoever came in contact with it would surely die an instant death! Harvey frowned at the sight. Poison like this was far too potent. It was impossible for an ordinary person to counter it! Without a second thought, Harvey exclaimed loudly, “Cover your faces with wet clothes! Do not inhale the mist no matter what!” Harvey grabbed some tissue to cover his face as he was speaking. In reality, he wasn’t that afraid of the poison mist.

“Even Emmett couldn’t figure out why my wolf soul had disappeared. I suppose it could be due to the poison I had ingested.” “Poison?” Asher repeated back, and his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes met mine. When I nodded, his lips parted in surprise, and he leaned forward. “One of the soldiers had forced a liquid down my throat,” I explained as Asher’s hands formed into fists at his side. “It burned at once, so I knew it was some kind of poison. It was probably meant to kill me, but for some reason, it didn’t. I’d tried to beg them not to do it, but it was no use. He grabbed me and made me drink it. It made me delirious and my vision was altered. It was awful, probably the worst thing I’

"I'm asking you to leave now. Do you want Lenhandro to kill you again and have the last laugh?" "He's your worst enemy, and we both know you'd forever be uneasy if you don't have your revenge against him tonight," Asher added, his voice firm and resolute. Asher's breath finally stabilised, but then I knew it wasn't something to rejoice over, since that was the nature of the poison. My clan's mate had always referred to it as "the poisonous deceit." I knew it was the last gathering of strength that would last for just twelve hours after the person had been injected, before his eventual demise.

The ash burned my palm, but I didn't care. "You have to," he said, looking at me one last time with golden eyes that were slowly fading into gray. "For them. For us." The airships opened fire again. A rain of silver bullets chewed up the ground around us. Riven roared, his body exploding into a massive cloud of sentient ash. He flew into the sky, a dark storm hitting the first airship head-on. The metal groaned and snapped as the ash clogged its engines, sending the massive ship spiraling into the cliffs.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.