Poison Study Series Novels & Stories

Lorenzo POV We went back into the car we came In and drove straight to the house, after which we went to the underground equipment room. According to Vince, he had injected Scarlett with a mini liquidated microchip, the chip is untraceable due to its liquid state, but can only be traced when the serial number of that particular dose is typed into the system, it will lead you to its current location. “Why the fuck did you bring her in here?” I asked,

“How was your weekend?” “Nothing special,” he muttered. “Spent most of it reading data reports. You?” I smiled faintly. “Relaxing. But now I’m ready to get back to work.” Dr. Patel, always precise and calm, walked over with a clipboard. “The last trial was… disappointing. Too much toxicity in the cells. If we push the serum stronger, it kills the cells. If we dilute it, the toxins from the Luna Poisoning drug remain untouched.” He didn't need to remind me. I remembered all that.

Spread across his desk were: Our baby's sonogram Blackstone medical records from 1993 A vial of amber liquid labeled "PURITY SERUM #7" He doesn't look up as I enter. "They poisoned me first." The words slither down my spine. "Explain." His finger taps a childhood photo a skeletal boy in a hospital gown, arms studded with IV ports. "Every month from ages six to twelve. Arthur called them 'strength inoculations.'" He slides a lab report toward me. The highlighted line glows radioactive yellow: **Subject D.B. shows 84% protein marker alignment with trial subjects 1-3 (deceased).**

"I need you to increase the dosage." I look at Brittany, and think of how to reply in a way that won’t offend her. "Increasing the dosage could produce visible symptoms. Surely, he’d go to the hospital and find out." Brittany’s face remains impassive. “The poison isn’t extremely potent. I personally developed it, so I know how it works. She sets her book on the side table with a sigh. "I hired you to follow instructions, Dr. Cecilia. Not to ask me questions."

That makes me feel uncomfortable, but I will slowly adapt. The only thing I feel uncomfortable with is that every day, I am harassed by toxicologists. They asked me to discuss poisons with them, asked me about my research achievements, asked me from whom and when I learned to prepare poisons, and begged me to pass on my valuable experiences to them.

Simon nodded, his expression pained, though it was unclear whether it was due to physical injury or thoughts of his sister and her husband’s deaths. “Before Bob’s identity was on the verge of being exposed, he knew he couldn’t hide it any longer. He took confidential documents from the International Medical Organization, along with the drug data we had researched for years. He even poisoned the water of many core staff members. It wasn’t exactly a poison—it was a drug that Aitairy had been studying all along. In short, its core principle was ‘using poison to fight poison.’” Using poison to fight poison as a method to alleviate disease had always been controversial in the National Laboratory.

But he couldn't find any answer to his question. Harvey sat on his chair and was looking at the other reports. He was even more shocked looking at them. Because Rex had been given this poisonous poisoning for two, three years. The specialty of this poisoning is that it does not cause a toxic reaction as soon as it enters a human body. It slowly returns to its horrible form. This poisoning is so horrible that it gradually cripples the human kidneys, even the liver and lungs become useless, causing blood pressure and pushing them towards death. And the man who eats this poison regularly doesn't even understand that his body is going to be damaged.

He knelt on the ground, baring his neck in submission. “Before leaving the court, I was investigating the case of poisoning the shifters. My spies were keeping a close eye on the victims and researchers in the laboratory.” Dylan’s unhinged confession received a growl from Vincent, but he couldn’t care less. “I have gathered proof that the poison used to compromise a shifter’s nervous system is of quite high quality. The doctors and scientists hadn’t still invented a test to detect the actual components to finalize the exact composition of venom. It’s such a shame!”

Or that was Caleb's take on the situation and pretty much what Caleb wanted, Caleb got, with the exception of executing Thereasa. So, the lab was built into the mountainside in record time and Cassia's natural leaning towards biological analysis was suddenly discovered to be a talent that was sorely needed. She'd spent the best part of the last few days buried in the lab, with the exception of the trip up to the Praetorian compound, working on the blood that had been provided by Demetri. Pietro de la Rios's poisoned blood from Europe. Her frustration was growing though as she strove to identify the compounds used in the poison. She could find very little, the toxin breaking down too quickly

The results just came in on my terminal. He pauses, and his face closes, marked by a new gravity, different from the sad resignation of a moment ago. — I am sorry to have to inform you of this under these circumstances, but it is my duty to share it with you. The toxicology tests are conclusive. Your father was exposed to a toxic agent. A poison. The word falls like a sledgehammer in the silence of the waiting room. — A poison? my mother articulates, her voice barely audible. — Yes. The markers in his blood are clear. It is not acute, not a massive dose administered recently. The traces indicate a slow, cumulative exposure over a… long period. Several months, probably. A year, perhaps more.