Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

“That’s all you need to know.” Scarlet’s nails dug into her palms. “He’s dying,” she snapped. “Someone poisoned him. Burned him from the inside. I felt it.” Blade finally glanced at her. His eyes were dark, angry and cold. Scared. “Then you should pray,” he said flatly, “that whatever’s killing him doesn’t finish the job tonight.” Her heart stuttered. They drove in silence for miles, the forest swallowing the road, shadows pressing in like listening ears. Scarlet’s wrist burned beneath the jade band...the Lycan’s mark pulsing faintly, almost alive.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and for the first time since she walked into the room, she had a cold gaze in her eyes. My throat went dry. “What does that mean?” She placed the knife down gently, as though it would come apart in her hands if she handled it with a care lesser than that. “It means, the poison flowing through your veins is an ancient poison, and some of these poison prove stubborn to cure. And if that is the case here, then this blade will be the least of your worries.” I swallowed, my heart thumping against my chest as she picked on of the vials and popped it open. Instinctively, my nose scrunched in disgust at the smell that escaped the bottle.

The blade dripped with wolfsbane, dark green and deadly. The dagger flipped through the air—not at Caius, but at the ground beneath him. Caius blinked, momentarily caught off guard. The blade sank deep into his chest, just above his heart. Shock ripped from his lips, a gasp like the last breath of a dying star. The magic that had hummed thick around us faltered, flickering like a candle guttering in a storm. The obsidian fortress of his power cracked and shattered. He stumbled back, eyes wide, hand clutching the poisoned wound. His skin darkened, black veins spreading like poison through ancient flesh.

"It would be cleaner." Olga dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Poison does not silence legacies. This blade was forged in ritual, blessed by the gods of the moon, designed to cut not just flesh, but spirit. Even an Alpha’s. One strike, and his power and essence will bleed out with his life. There will be nothing left of him for the pack to follow." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The finality of her words was terrifying. I nodded, but I said nothing.

Whatever organization it belonged to, it was unfamiliar even to those who had spent years at Zachary's side. One of the subordinates finally broke the silence, his brows furrowing as he picked up one of the discarded blades from the ground. "Their weapons were unusual, My Lord," he said, examining the dark stain coating the edge. "The blades were specially treated…. They cut far deeper than ordinary iron should." Another guard kneeled beside one of the fallen attackers, carefully inspecting the weapon that had slipped from the man's hand. "And this poison..." he muttered, his expression growing increasingly grim. "I've never seen anything like it. It spreads incredibly fast. Even a shallow c

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

, That was a really long time. “Just from a knife wound?" I wondered aloud. “The blade was poisoned with wolfsbane. Since it was in your blood, it spread quickly to your organs but thankfully, it didn't reach your heart.” I was poisoned with wolfsbane? Memories of the last challenge came rushing back into my brain, I gasped suddenly.

I couldn't see her face under the hood, but from her tone of voice, I could tell she was pissed by my little power play. She reached into her cloak. Pulled out a silver dagger. Blade caught the moonlight. Sharp and clean. And knowing who these people, the blade was sure as hell poisoned. My warriors groaned. Tried to crawl their way to me but couldn’t. I could feel their frustration from the little pack bond we established when we had set out earlier. She stood over me. Raised the dagger high. Point aimed straight at my heart. “Goodbye, Stormridge.” The blade came down.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

That same reaction I once had felt, the same unexpected response seeing the most unexpected person slitting you to death. “Freedom and my name you wanted to get is mine from the very beginning. But if the Senate still don’t want me to have it, so can’t you, Vander Contejo.” My hand lifted the same dagger and initiated another strike at him. The blade dripping blood penetrated on his chest, going in deeper and deeper at every second with my stares not diverting away from his. Out of a sudden, his shocked figure suddenly changed into a scornful manner. Blood started coming out of his mouth, so as the burning ashes on his chest from the poisoned dagger inserted in it.