Poison Witch Novels & Stories

She can barely see him and the poison had left her limbs weak and her head pounding as it circulates her body. "Cheating or not you are still the one crawling in the dirt, not me." He replied loading his last Thanatos bullet into the cylinder and pushing it in before spinning it. He decided to only put two normal bullets in and one witch slaying one leaving the other three empty. He pointed his gun at the witch who glared at him menacingly. He figured that she must be regaining her vision but she still can't move much less do anything. Her magic won't work, the poison he used against her is blocking off her magic circuit from activating rendering her powerless and vulnerable.

*(Terjemah : Translation: I can fly to the sky Will never stay Until I passed out from exhaustion Whatever the reason Whatever the reason I need courage now (Gaho - Start)) He did not realize that what he sings now, will come true in the future. In the hidden world. "Sir! Sir! Sir!" "What is wrong?" the voice seemed lazy with a million charms. "Blue cube witch," "Blue cube witch why?" now the person's voice was getting impatient. "The light from the blue cube emits light," Dubak! "What!" now the leader was getting tense, even the handle of the throne crumbled to powder. The fortune teller was suddenly shocked and scared, afraid that his head would fly. "Which cube witch is glowing again!"

Even the faint ticking of a clock I hadn’t noticed before seemed to falter and dim, swallowed by the weight of her words. She set the vial down with a care that bordered on reverence, as if a single wrong move might cause it to explode. “The blood of a witch doesn’t just poison,” she continued softly. “It binds. It seals the toxins together with magic, twisting them into something that can’t be undone by ordinary means. It’s not just a poison it’s a curse. One meant to kill slowly… or worse.” Her pause was deliberate, and it carved a hollow pit in my stomach.

He wouldn't do what needed to be done. I scrolled down to a number I had saved years ago, a number given to me by a shady merchant in the lower district. "The Apothecary." It was a code name for a witch who dealt in poisons. Poisons that left no trace. Poisons that could make a miscarriage look like a tragic accident. I hit dial. It rang twice before a raspy female voice answered. "What do you need?" "I need something strong," I said, my voice steady now. "Something that can get rid of a parasite. A very... strong parasite."

My father roared from where he sat, causing a blanket of silence to wash over the room. “This poison is one of a kind.” The witch informed. “Upon investigation, we found out that it was created using wolfsbane, dragon breath, and something else. Magic.” The last word wrapped around me like a vice. She might as well have handed me my death sentence right on the spot. Magic was a taboo in our land. Especially practiced for such an act of malice. My wolf whined as the entire court erupted into an uproar. Insults rang in the air, coating the heavy air that was dripping with liquid hatred.

she questioned spitting out bloody saliva. “Yeah, I guess so, especially since the little stunt you tried to pull, didn't work out,” I said sitting on the only available chair. “you are a disgrace, how could you turn against your uncle, he gave you everything and taught you all that you know, and you went against him, I should have poisoned you the first time you came here,

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

“The disguise potion, the totem, the potion that’s kept your beloved Ivy unable to get in touch with you…” “Ivy!” I cry out raggedly. “Yes, that poor girl,” the witch tuts. “And, of course, I lovingly crafted the poison that killed your father. So I don’t think you do quite understand the stakes, Your Highness. I’m a researcher. An alchemist. A worker of miracles. But my power comes from nature, from ingredients. From taking advantage of the world around me.” She leans in painfully close. I can feel her breath on my face, alarmingly warm and smelling disturbingly of mulch.

"The alpha king had been injected with some dark evil magic, which belongs to the first pure blooded black witch, whoever must have injected this on the alpha, must have been very powerful, because, this is a first witch's poison, it is gotten from slits of a snake, and can only be cured by a first or second pure blooded witch, if this poison is not removed from his body in two days. Then the king will remain in an everlasting sleep." At the pack doctor's words, the room became quiet. The three women stared at themselves, Finding a second pure blooded witch was quite hard. Also knowing the fact that the witches are a sworn enemy to them the werewolves. Sharriah looked down, too ashamed to st

​"Polly? What is it? What happened?" ​Abigail didn't move, but her hands gripped the edges of her chair until her knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white. ​"The witch," Polly gasped, her voice a dry rasp. She shoved the parchment onto the table, her hands shaking violently as she smoothed it flat. "The nightshade poison she used on the ward... it wasn't just a toxin." ​Abigail leaned forward over her belly. "What is it, Polly?" ​"A blood-vow. She made it before she fled the territory." Polly pointed a trembling finger at a line of faded, archaic script. "A phantom shroud. The texts confirm it. It binds her life force to a potion that completely strips away a wolf's sensory footprint."