Poison Study Series Novels & Stories

As I looked down, I was shocked that I was seeing exactly what I had seen in Carson’s bloodstream. Only by now everything had multiplied. There were capsules of poison floating in the blood. As if it was multiplying before my eyes. “Has anyone actually studied this sample?” I asked to nobody in particular. An annoyed male stepped forward, “I have been,” he replied rudely.

Now, it made me want to throw up. I placed the new paints on the shelf, lining them up with precision. Cadmium Red. Cerulean. Prussian Blue. I said the name as I arranged. My hands moved automatically, organizing brushes, wiping down surfaces, straightening framed prints of my older work. Fragmented Light. The irony of the title made a bitter taste rise in my throat. I tried to work. I stretched a fresh canvas and mixed a palette, earth tones today, ochres and umbers, colors of solid ground. I picked up a brush.

“My Lady, the poisons accumulated in your system have been confirmed and categorized. We also tested your blood sample for other factors that could have been affected by the poisons in your system, like your immune system’s responses and any underlying illnesses.” “And?” Matthias wasn't the type to waste time. His one word was spoken with a resonance of command which stifled the air. I could tell, simply from that one word, just how tense he was compared to how he was before. Lance didn't seem to react to it, or rather, maybe he was far too used to Matthias’ aura of intimidation to look affected. “I have confirmed most of the poisons are Class A substances. They are not rare but are known to

Christopher I take a look at the series of weapons that rest in front of me on the table. These are from the fresh arrival that we got two days back. Yesterday I got a call from Richard telling me to inspect the stock that has arrived. He even suggested that If I like any of them, then I can keep it. Hence, I find myself here examining the guns at the storehouse of a deserted tyre factory. I look around for a while, the sight of the storehouse is really hideous. Stale smoky air dangles in the room, along with the smell of drab abraded leather of the discarded tyres that lie at random spots on the ground. Don't ask me how do we always get some shady place to carry out our work. After all, we

Once ready, David pushed open the door, revealing a sterile room filled with experiment-laden tables. As I stepped inside, the hum of the fume hood echoed through the space. The slow drip of distilled water from a piece of equipment filled the silence, while a computer monitor displayed fluctuating graphs, tracking data from an experiment that had been running for months. David stopped in front of a refrigerated cabinet with a security panel. The glass doors allowed me to see inside. Three test tubes filled with a clear liquid. I frowned, pointing at them. "What is that?" David exhaled. "Poison. A toxin I extracted from castor beans."

Jimmy's complexion darkened noticeably. The components in the examination report were too diverse and complex to belong to the human body. This indicated that there was not just one type of poison in Julian's body. With different poisons overlapping, a single detoxification method would be ineffective. Moreover, they had found traces of poisons in Julian's tibia because the poison was most concentrated there and because there was a poison sac continuously spreading the poison in that area. To deal with the poisons, they would need to remove the poison sac.

(Catherine) She took one of the 3 small glass vial with the green liquid inside in it that I laid on the table, from the looks of it is similar to the form that I shown them of the VH-Serum, execept unlike the VH-Serum that comes in the coloured of blood red, this is just green, a thick green liquid. “This thing before you…is the another future of all kind of poison cure..from the normal almost harmless poisoning like stomach ache…all the way to nuclear radiations poisoning…also one of the reason why I gone for a long time..”.

The copper walls of the tub glowed faintly, as though the engravings were channeling something deeper than heat. While they waited, Jerald wandered toward the desk where the women worked. His eyes scanned the open pages diagrams of plants, chemical structures, strange runes. “What happens to the poison after you take it out?” he asked. One woman glanced up. “We keep it. Every toxin tells a story of where it came from, who made it, and how it kills. Amara has built the largest poison registry in the world.” Jerald’s eyes narrowed. “So, this place isn’t just for healing.”

"And after that …" “There shouldn't be any problems. Let me check the situation again. Excuse me,” Professor Mark walked over to Toni, checking his neck and wrists. His face tensed for a moment, before turning relieved. "The point where the poison came from has gradually recovered." “Poison spot point?” "Yes. I don't know much about the ancient poison development project. But from what I knew before I made it out of Schneider, I saw that there were so many experimental subjects–most of whom offered to become experimental subjects of the poison–had some things in common.”

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."