Poison The Well Trembling Level Novels & Stories

Ava felt her chest tighten as her breathing became rapid and her body trembled. “I see. This poison huh? Tsk.” Ashriel commented after checking the bottle. “You have five minutes. Dyspnea, tremor,” She enumerated calmly. “Blood-“ “Ha! You’re a fool!” Ava managed to exclaim while her body trembled badly. Siel became alert and Ava started to cough and vomit blood. “Die” Ashriel whispered and threw the bottle outside the window. But then she stopped when she heard a familiar sound. Something was ticking. Ashriel cursed under her tongue.

He felt the familiar sting of helplessness, the unsettling feeling of being out of his depth. Their initial attempts to understand the cause of the tremors proved fruitless. Their explorations into the deeper tunnels revealed widening fissures in the cavern walls, cracks oozing with a strange, viscous substance that glowed with an unnatural, sickly green light. The air in these areas was thick with a noxious odor, causing burning in their lungs and dizziness. The closer they got to the source of the tremors, the more intense the disturbance became.

His uncle is the last thing on the man’s mind. She bit her thumbnail in thought. She thought about her next move. “What would you like for breakfast?” The maid asked. A faint tremor ran through her. It wasn't fear, not exactly. It was a chilling recognition, a sudden clarity that pierced the carefully constructed illusion. Her grandfather had been feeding her poison. Everything she consumed over the last two months were to hold her in his grasp. Eating has become a horror for her. She stopped eating for two days, that gave her the strength to run. She didn’t have energy to fight but she knew she had the stamina to run. She didn’t expect it to take it out of her completely.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

She walked straight toward the portrait. "Nova, just because you're not saying anything doesn't mean I don't understand what you're doing! You're jealous I outperformed you, so you got Mr. Langley to frame me!" At that point, even the slowest person in the room finally got it. Elise was seriously poisoned. She was seeing things that weren't there. Her eyes burned an eerie red, and her breathing was rapid and erratic. Mr. Langley's expression changed immediately. "Elise, the mushrooms are making you hallucinate. You need to go to the hospital now."

My legs pinned beneath a fallen beam. "Seraphine!" Leon shouted through chaos. "Leon," I gasped, coughing through toxic smoke. "Help me! I can't shift—I'm trapped!" Through the haze, I saw them. Lysandra clutched his arm, face composed despite theatrical sobbing. "I can't stand! Please, Leon, the heir—I feel the poison! I cannot move!" She wasn't injured. Not a scratch. She sat upright, pretending to tremble, eyes dry and calculating, voice breaking with practiced distress.

Everyone stumbled toward the back door but they froze in their tracks when screams fill the air. “It’s got him!” a girl shrieked. The sick sound of wet ripping flesh filled the air. Someone beside Zira bent over and puked. There were screams and growls as the situation quickly escalated. Zira grabbed onto Aubrey and pulled her toward the house. They were both drunk. Zira didn’t think offering up the same vow to quit drinking would help in this situation.

“And if Moonspire senses a trap?” “Then we have the final piece,” Theodore said. He reached under his cloak and drew out a small, sealed vial, the liquid inside dark as night. The torchlight swallowed the color, but the pack understood the language: poison in a bottle, small and efficient. The vial bore no rune but the shape of a crescent etched in a hand they recognized as his signature. “This is not meant for the battlefield,” he added. “It is meant for a cup raised in celebration, a hand that loosens the tongue, or the water of a well. A single drop is enough to blur the senses, to make friends into strangers.”

One sip from it, make her start coughing loudly. “What the fuck is that?” she asked with a teary eye. “I call it life, it has a way of messing up if you don't take it easy, but it a great relaxing therapy once you understand its tactics,” I said pushing the hit back to her lips, she inhaled it, gently this time and didn't cough or have any discomfort. “That's my girl, now tell me why you think Ghost killed your parents,” I said while sipping from whiskey, the burnt sensation from the back of my throat mixed with the hit was making me feel light-headed. I gave her the remaining hit which she was sipping bit by bit.