Poison Witch Novels & Stories

“There is a confession from my great-grandmother about the ancient poison.\ “That the original recipe for the potion was actually used to help heal severe injuries to supernatural beings. One of my great-grandmother's paternal uncles managed to snatch the formula from the original recipe. That person managed to turn it into a deadly poison which is then used by priests and witch hunters to kill supernatural beings who have magical abilities in this city.” Erna turned off her tablet screen and mustered up all her courage to look back at Nora, who was still trapped in her own thoughts.

I cannot be everywhere at once. "We need to find the source," Kael says. "I know." We follow the sickness to its origin. A village deep in the mountains. The water here is black, thick with poison. And at the center of the village, a well. "The source," a healer says. "Someone poisoned it." I look around. The village is empty. The wolves who lived here have fled or died. "Who would do this?" My mother steps forward. "I have seen this before. It is the work of a shadow witch. A wolf who uses dark magic to poison the land."

His features, twisted in death, reeked of foul energy. "He was a witch?" I demanded. Her head jerked faintly, a weak nod. "Y-Yes..." She gagged, another mouthful of blackened blood seeping out. "I... I chased..." "Don't speak!" I stop her, my voice sharp but controlled. Kneeling closer, I scanned her pale face, her shivering body. "Save your strength. Just hold on." Inside, my rage burned cold and merciless. Whoever armed witches with poisons that could cripple my kind would pay dearly.

“It’s a potent elixir made by witches. And unlike all those other poisons like wolfsbane and arsenic, it doesn’t show up on a toxicology report. Only another witch can detect it.” We had a witch in our pack, and while she wasn’t the maker of these potions, I had asked her about poisons and if there was a way to get hold of some. Sure, I’d pretended to be interested in somehow safely keeping wild predators off our territory, since they sometimes ventured too close to our borders when the winters were hard.

DAISY The widow’s breath was a very potent poison to witches. Its effect started within a few minutes of ingestion, escalating so fast that it killed whoever took it within seconds—unless the witch had the power to expel the poison before it took full effect. Who was trying to kill me? “Stay here. Do not go anywhere!” Gideon groaned as he quickly rushed toward the door. “I need to track her down before she also gets killed.” I waited anxiously inside the bedroom, pacing up and down, hoping the Omega who brought the food would be caught. Her confession would lead us to her master, and we would know who was trying to take my life.

“The Goddess Hecate has shared a plan for the witches on their side. We have a secret weapon who will be able to draw out those witch’s magic, leaving them human. It’s their punishment for forsaking the will of their Goddess.” There was a pregnant silence after I finished speaking. I could see that everyone was taking in the breadth of this situation. Aunt Imeela raised her hand. I nodded for her to continue. “The poison that you were able to procure proved to be interesting. It’s designed to create intense pain in their victim because they thrive on the adrenaline in the blood. It’s also used to strengthen Demacores. Injecting additional venom into each other would juice them up. Nellie too

I clapped my hands to draw everyone's attention: "Afew months ago, I was framed for my wedding anniversary, poisoned by jealousy, and then framed again at the succession ceremony. " I walked up to Lupa gracefully with the hem of my skirt gathered in my hands and bent down to look at her, "Now let's see who is the one who poisoned who." "As a witch, it is impossible to be harmed by potions. It is equivalent to an experienced sailor that must be a good swimmer, and it is a fantasy that I would be able to poison a witch." "You're actually a witch?!" Shocked for a long time, Lopo finally came to his senses and shouted and pushed Lupa away, still unable to accept this fact.

The witch's gnarled fingers danced with precision as she added ingredients to the bubbling liquid, her movements both fluid and deliberate. Glancing towards the couch where Athena lay, pallid and still, the witch's heart clenched with sympathy and regret. The last Arctic Wolf on earth lay motionless, her breath shallow and pulse weakening with each passing moment. The witch knew the gravity of the situation; if the potion failed, there would be no hope left to preserve this majestic creature, nor to propagate her species for generations to come. With a resolve born of desperation, the witch quickened her pace, the liquid in the cauldron simmering with an otherworldly intensity. Each ingredie

, the book landed with a thud sending dusts in the air, “This is a book on poison” They looked through the book for hours, taking breaks in between it was farther into the night that Edgar found the poison name, “I think I might have just found what poison she used. It is the rarest kind of poison, look at the symptoms…” They all peered at the book, Iris read aloud, “This is known as the leeching stalk, created by the sorceress Rania, in the beginning of time…”, she paused, “What is the beginning of time?

a bit excitedly. Getting an offer to work with the Dawn pack was beneficial to her. The first and most important thing she’d gain was protection. These days, it was hard for any witch to live a peaceful life, especially with everyone wanting their services and often double-crossing them in the end. Seeing she finally had them where she wanted, she decided to share part of what she knew. “This poison was crafted by someone who delves in dark arts—a rogue coven member I used to know. She… let’s just say, she has her own vendetta against Arthur’s bloodline. And she won’t stop until she’s torn him—and everyone connected to him—apart.”