Poison Mist Ash Of War Novels & Stories

The white milk dripped from their fruit was so sweet. This was the deepest part of the A****n where no sunlight could enter, let alone any people. And if anyone dared to come here to use my poisons for evil intention, for sure it would be the end of him. Because it was my responsibility to save the dark forest. It was my home, my abode, my kingdom where only poisons exist. Closing my purple eyes, I called the air. Air. The only element I could control. I controlled it not to harm innocents by my breath. It restricted my toxicity to mix with anything. It prevented my breath from moving from here to there.

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

Julian, having exhausted too much spiritual energy, spat out a mouthful of blood. “The greatest mistake I made in this life was protecting people who never deserved it. If not for me, they would have died long ago. Letting them live this long was already my greatest mercy. Now, it’s time for them to pay me back with their lives!” Instantly, blood dyed the entire altar red. This was no longer the greatest Azurez Sect of the immortal world. It had become a slaughterhouse, a living hell. “This is just a lesson for you. I’ll ask you one last time: are you going to admit it or not?”

Every snap of a twig made the warriors raise their silver-tipped spears. Suddenly, the violet fog around them began to thicken rapidly. The mist didn't just roll across the ground; it began to rise like living waves, forming heavy, suffocating walls that closed in on the fighters. Several enforcers began to cough, their skin turning a faint gray as the shadow poison in the air began to seep into their lungs. "It's a choking ward!" Oscar warned, raising his arm to cover his face. "Fall back!" "No! Stay together!" Heidi shouted from the center of the diamond.

He refused proper meals, drinking only thin, watery oatmeal—days old and sour—muttering, "Eli survived on this in the past. So will I." When winter descended and snow piled high against the windows, he stripped the fire from his room. He wore nothing but thin rags, letting the drafts cut through him. His skin turned purple with cold, his lips blue—and still, he smiled. "Eli was colder than this in that mass grave." When he fell ill, coughing until his ribs ached, he refused the doctor George brought. He refused every medicine. "Eli had consumption, and no one helped him," he rasped. "He died in agony. What is my pain compared to his?"

" However, as soon as he finished, Alex suddenly shut his mouth. Jerome had given him a cold, warning glare that clearly told him to stop talking. Zachary leaned closer and whispered, "Captain, what's Braundville's Frostblossom?" Andrew replied calmly, "It's a natural poison used by ancient Eastonian warriors, perfect for assassinations and sneak attacks. Just a drop is enough to take down an elephant." Zachary cursed. "Those Eastonian cowards! They're absolutely despicable. Good thing Mr. Thornton's cultivation is strong enough to survive it!"

"Lyra, keep near, Elara. We have no idea what we're getting into. With caution, the troop moved forward, the heavy layer of ash stifling their footsteps. The air inside the dilapidated building was heavy and stale. Breathing shallowly and straining their ears for any sound, they moved in unison. There was a quiet buzz as they went down into the basement. Relics of ancient imperial technology, long dormant but still glowing faintly, littered the walls. Zara's heart pounded because this was no typical insurgent stronghold. "What is this place?" With a voice trembling with terror and wonder, Lyra whispered. Kael took a step forward, his face growing serious. "A stash of weaponry. The ancient ex

The flames took over, and I could feel that magic taking over in me, it pulsed inside and all around me. The man’s head snapped back as Levi’s bullet caught him between the eyes, and I felt bullets hit me from different sides before the flames blocked them out. Falcon stepped out from his cover and he was shooting as he made his way over to me. I felt that raw power, and I screamed as the flames started spreading around the warehouse. Some of the men threw their rifles down and started to run. They dropped like flies as Levi kept on shooting.