Poison Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

Whatever she’s done, her magic has demanded its price, and the life slips out of her. With a sudden burst of sound, Khael shouts and casts a binding so violent the witch’s body contorts, locking her limbs in place. Vastian surges forward and strikes, his weapon cracking against her ribs, dropping her to her knees. And then Darius steps in. His sword arcs in one fluid movement, slicing through the last threads of her power. She falls back, body breaking with the weight of finality. But her voice lingers. “You can kill me,” she hisses, blood coating her lips, “but you will never contain me. No root born of the Hollow can stop the poison. No fruit grown in cursed soil can cleanse it.”

The voice was in disbelief after a few seconds. "The dark witch..... she has a darker motive than we have anticipated. The dark potion that she used has a property to agitate every kind of poison around it. She is planning something worse." I mumbled while looking at Xyla, holding her hand tightly.

My mom continued, “Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witch Coven, is on the loose looking for the children she gave birth to many years ago. At least the ones she didn’t kill, anyway. As far as I have been able to tell, Elisabeth is the first born and, therefore, the strongest. I will tell you… her magic is extremely powerful. I found her in the forest with her umbilical cord still attached. The cord hadn’t even had time to grow cold. I found her because I felt the waves from her magic from ten miles away. When I reached the source of the waves, you can only imagine my surprise. She was such a tiny thing. She ended up growing up to be the same, tiny body with huge magic. She had a temper tantrum at

she whispers, pulling her hand from mine and clutching it to her chest. The pain of her withdrawal stabs me, but I hold her other hand tightly. “I didn’t know. I swear. Please, forgive me. I’ll do anything to make this right.” “I don’t understand… I need time,” she murmurs. “Take all the time you need,” I assure her. “But I promise I’ll find out who’s behind this. Hannah isn’t working alone.” “What do you mean? I thought she acted out of jealousy.” “She did. But the poison is from the witches’ clan. There’s someone else pulling the strings.”

"What we are about to tell you... it will not be easy to hear." My stomach tightened. There was a darkness in her tone that I didn’t like, a weight in her words that filled me with a sense of dread. “Rune,” the red-haired witch began, her voice sharper than her companion's, “has been poisoning you.” I blinked, the words not registering immediately. “Poisoning… me?” “Yes,” the silver-haired witch said softly. “For the past few weeks, he has been slipping poison into your meals, trying to kill the baby growing inside you.”

Elke said, not looking at her. She looked harried and scattered, as if pulled into many directions at once. Sheera followed her as she went into her inner room. She dug out some places, removed some fabrics. "He was shot with an arrow poisoned with Blackfrost," she explained as she sought for whatever it was she was looking for. "It is one of the most deadly poisons to ever exist. Not even the most powerful witch can survive it. It's only made by witches which explains that this attack was done by a witch."

Beta Solomon asked the question that was on everybody's mind. “It's not new. It's a poison from the enchantment that was placed on him,” Chris said, standing up. “It's a type of spell that releases poison once broken in order to kill the victim. It was practiced by really powerful witches in the old days and has long been forgotten.” “How can we get the antidote?” I asked sharply, on the verge of tears. “I know a potion. I'm not sure if it'll work, but I'll give it my best shot.”

“Stir this into food and drinks, and you’ll have weeks. The body fades like memory, gracefully, without suspicion. It will slowly eat up the organs unsuspiciously until everything in the body is broken down. Then the bleeding will erupt, and it will land a final blow.” That was the poison she used on me. "The rest?" Aaron questioned, clearly still fazed by all he had witnessed. "All Silvershade, Alpha Aaron," the poison tester added. "This is rare. Only one woman possesses this poison." We all knew it was the banished sorceresses. She sold her connection to her wolf with magic to become more powerful. She became a menace and was sent away instead. The difference between that woman and me rig

Gasps rippled through the crowd at my actions, but I ignored them. “This woman here,” I said icily, trying not to clench my teeth, “poisoned my mate. Some of you might know her, some of you might not…but that’s not what I’m here to talk about. She poisoned my mate using one of the deadliest leaves in existence… the Nightshade leaf.” I released Lovena and turned sharply to the maid and seized her hair too. “And this maid here,” I spat, “is a witch. She helped her carry out this crime by killing an innocent maid.”

The priestess answered. Cassandra smiled. "The end results will determine that," The assistant came in with a mini bottle in her hand. In the bottle was a substance that looked like water, whereas it is the deadliest poison to be ever made. It is called the dark scarlet poison; a poison that can be made by only a scarlet witch. It doesn't take effect immediately but hurts and kills more than a thousand swords.