Poison Rain Novels & Stories

she lied pitifully. Kevin chuckled at that. "I may not be the brightest person in the room, Amelia, but I'm not stupid. You'll have to come up with a better excuse than that." Amelia felt irritated. "Well, it's none of your business. How about that? Now, are we doing this or not?" she snapped. "Fine," Kevin replied. "The poison that would be undetectable in water, hmm? That would probably be Paraquat. It's tasteless, odorless, and very lethal. Your victim would be dead within the hour."

"A line from a poem lost during the Great Deluge, written by a human poet. Before they'd lost it all. I do not recall the original author, but in my youth in the trenches, my friend had said it to me right before they'd released the phosgene. I think he'd probably meant to recite more of it, but I never heard the rest after the explanation. He'd died almost instantaneously. We'd been very… close." Mr. Galanis adjusted his spectacles, bending to take a handful of dirt to Ma: "I like to think he meant that tragedies—just like triumphs, and heartache, and anger and fear, disgust or joy—come like rain. Sometimes they are showers, other times great tempests. But I suppose, without a bit of rain,

As instructed, Danielle brought a grinder from the kitchen and I dropped the petal in it. Once it had liquidised, I took an arrow from Beta Jackson and placed it in the bowl of liquidised Rain Flower. "But when these are poisoned, they are not just able to stop the warriors from healing or being strong enough to stop us,they are able to permanently kill them. And once they are dead, they are no longer a problem to us. Once they are dead, we can advance to the next stage of our plan." I stared at the poisoned edge of the arrow, imagining the feeling of thrusting one of these into Caleb and make him feel the bitterness, anger and pain my family and the witches must have felt.

With the industrial filtration systems completely vaporized, the sky above the Golden Basalt dome turned the color of a bruised, necrotic lung. Then, the rain started. It wasn't water. It was a dense, corrosive slurry of atmospheric toxins and unrefined silver-salt byproduct. The Ash Rain. Hssssssssss. The sound hit the exterior of the Golden Basalt dome first. It was a high-frequency sizzle, like raw meat dropped onto a white-hot skillet. The impact vibrated down the sweeping arches of the barrier, traveling through the subterranean pylons and directly into the copper wire holding my chest together.

RAINE POV I don’t know how this happened? The television shines bright as the rest of the house sits in darkness. I am bundled up under the comforter from my bed, sitting right in between Kale and Shane. There is some dramatic movie playing. SOmething with lots of action, something I didn’t care to know the name of. Shane had suggested it. He already had the movie set and ready to go before I could say anything. I sat down, and Kale followed behind me.

The "Erasure-Rain" was not water; it was a liquid-state digital plague. As we scrambled for the shelter of the basalt caves on the First Tier of the Seventh Peak, I watched the droplets hit the obsidian ground. They didn't splash; they hissed and dissolved the stone, leaving behind tiny, pixelated voids that looked like glitches in the fabric of reality. If a drop hit bare skin, it didn't burn—it simplified. It would turn a patch of fur and flesh into a flat, grey texture, stripping away the cellular complexity until the limb simply stopped responding to the brain’s commands.

"The dust. It's conductive. It's turning the atmosphere into a giant antenna. THE RAIN We went to the balcony for "breakfast" which for Leo consisted of a block of high-calorie protein paste wrapped in lead foil, the only thing dense enough to hold its molecular structure near him. The sky over Sanctuary was a bruised violet. The sun was a dim, hazy disc behind the layer of Architect-dust. "It's raining in the South," Damian said, joining us. He moved better these days, but the damp weather still made him limp. "Reports from the Free States say it's been raining for three days straight. Black rain." "It's not water," Leo said, chewing the paste. "It's condensation collecting around the dust

I was their protector, the one they were bound to listen to. But this poison wasn't anywhere being obedient. Compared to Aragon's power and strength, this toxic Ricin seemed powerful enough to let his body go numb. It was prepared using dark magic. And there had to be a human behind all these. Seeing him in that state was my weakness. But after the rejection, I thought everything ended between us. Much to my surprise, sparks were still alive. The moment I touched his forehead, I could absorb that Ricin. He wasn't dead, lying there like a vegetable. The world of poison got simulated, and it was connected to him. The worse he got, the worse my world started tearing apart. Keeping it safe was m

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

Pleaded Grace. “Now, why don’t you tell me what actually happened?” Tony said gently. “I saw the waiter put Abrin in your drinks and I had to act quickly to stop you from drinking it!” Grace sobbed. “Abrin?“ Tony asked “It is a poison that is tasteless and causes heart failure. I learnt about it in tropical toxicology, “ Grace explained. Tony quickly looked around and signalled to Hank, who came running. “ Hank, the waiter Grace ran into was trying to poison me with Abrin. Get your men to search for the waiter and to escort Grace home” Tony said his voice full of authority. Hank quickly got on the radio and started barking orders.