Poison Study Series Novels & Stories

“Poisoned?” Lilian was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. The doctor rattled off a string of medical jargon that went completely over her head. Seeing her confusion, he switched to simpler terms. This time, Lilian understood. James had been poisoned. It was a case of chronic poisoning. The toxin was water soluble, colorless, and tasteless. When consumed in small amounts, it caused no obvious symptoms. But with prolonged exposure, it gradually seeped into the body’s organs and became fatal.

Nash took a round-bottom flask with brown-colored liquid and set it on a stand on the table. Nash sat, smiled, and began, “This is called Neplus Vivre, Your Grace. It’s effective as it is quick. This…” he wrote something on the notepad before he slid it towards Greg before he continued, “…is my quote for one milliliter.” Greg read the ‘quote’ on the notepad, which said, ‘You took too long, Your Grace.’ He noticed there was a folded paper underneath the first page of the notepad, and after exchanging a look with Nash, took it out to unfold it quietly as he kept the conversation going, “The last time I was here, it was a long time ago. Has the traceability of poisons improved or deteriorated?”

she said. I returned to the slide under my microscope briefly before shifting my attention to the computer screen. As I engaged the 3-D system just like Daphne had taught me to do, she walked into the room. The smile on her face indicated she was delighted I was using her program. It had already come in handy. “I have the first few test results back from infusing the cells with the different poisons.” Exhaling, I backed away from the computer, grabbing the printed documentation. I was aware Marla had moved closer. We’d started with typical diseases and poisons we hoped would work.

Lily pondered the question before this and could not make sense of it, especially after retrieving the data from the encrypted database. The institute was researching many types of poisons simultaneously, and they experimented with their products on many people, as shown by the data. This proved that the organization had its share of capable researchers.

Ivy asked, fear lacing her voice. Dante didn't answer. He handed her the paper. It was a toxicity report from his time in the Sicilian sub-levels. It stated that the "Lethal Bond" required a biological catalyst—a specific chemical cocktail he had been unknowingly fed since he was a child to ensure his obsession remained focused. But there was a side effect.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

“If I were in your shoes, I might’ve done the same.” *** A few days later, just as the siblings had planned, the research team in New Zealand had been contacted. Collaborations between teams in the U.S., Europe, and New Zealand had begun, and updates flowed regularly to Owen and Nathan. In the most recent research sessions conducted in the sterile, brightly lit lab in Auckland, researchers buzzed around computers, analyzing the poison’s properties under microscopes. It displayed the molecular structures using an intricate diagram of the poison they were racing to understand.

Her accent was thick — Eastern European, maybe Russian — but her English was clear enough to cut. "I have studied rare poisons for thirty years," she said, taking Levi's chart from Dr. Hayes without asking. "Wolfsbane, nightshade, hemlock. All the classics." She looked at the dark veins spreading up his chest and her expression did something complicated. "But this I have not seen." The second specialist was Chen. Older, softer-spoken, with wire-rimmed glasses and a bedside manner that seemed almost too gentle for someone who specialized in toxicology. He reviewed the lab results on a tablet with quiet, focused attention, murmuring to himself.

As I read further, my hands began to tremble. "Why would they do this?" "Simple—drug testing." Derek instinctively reached into his pocket but stopped like he recalled something. He touched his nose and continued speaking, looking a bit embarrassed, "Certain studies and experiments, because of their unethical and inhumane natures, are usually forbidden. As a result, some extreme scholars gather together and form Poison and Wolf Shadow. "It's their paradise where they can do whatever twisted research they want without worrying about how it'll affect others. Their only goal is to see their work succeed."

Relief flooded me so hard my knees nearly gave out. “Hey,” he said softly when he saw me. “I’m okay.” I rushed to his side anyway, gripping his hand. “You scared me.” “I know,” he murmured. The doctor entered moments later, holding a clipboard. His expression was serious, professional. “We ran additional tests,” he said. “And the results are consistent with what we found last time.” Damon stiffened. “The poison?” “Yes,” the doctor replied. “It’s a chemical compound called Pure. Highly toxic in its undiluted form. In small doses, it causes dizziness, fainting, cardiac irregularities.”