Novel & Cerita Poisoned Blade

The blood would stop bleeding and then continue after a while again, it was already seeping out blood slowly again. " In no time, it'd start to decay and you know what that means, I got struck by a poisoned blade. Not just an ordinary poisoned blade, one that was seasoned and rubbed with the infamous saggaritas leaf, remember? You remember the only clan where that tree grows and the people who owns it?" Xander questioned outrightly, though every second, his eyes were twitching in pain. He watched Kaden countenance changed, he watched as his gaze lowered and as his Adam's apple burped.

It’s very small, easy to carry and hide on the body. “He said it’s poisoned and is lethal to lycans, so be careful,” she says, passing it to me. “Did you consider keeping it a secret? It does make the perfect weapon. No doubt if he thinks just a small blade can take me out, then it has to be lethal poison.”

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

Everywhere seems quiet, which only means he had won the fight. Caden’s jaw works. “We have him.” “The blade is poisoned. Silver-based, I think. I’ve packed the wound, but I haven’t removed it, I didn’t want to risk the bleed.” I hear myself talking, and I sound almost steady, and I have absolutely no idea how. “He needs a hospital. Or Dr. Bastien. Whoever is closer. He needs it now, Caden.” Caden stares at me for one long second, Then he turns and starts the engine.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

I whispered. “No.” The doctor leaned in. “She was poisoned and forced into a miscarriage. It’s a miracle she didn’t go into organ failure. The dosage was too high.” The doctor leaned in closer, his voice softer now, filled with pity. "No. She was poisoned, Mr Blade. Forced into a miscarriage. It’s a miracle she didn’t go into organ failure. The dosage was high. Too high." Poison. Someone— who had no right—had tried to take her from me. They’d dared to hurt her.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I leaned back against my seat, "It's not easy to take down two powerful men at a go all by yourself." "This person came prepared Orian." Nexus leaned over, "And this person is powerful. A murder carried out with a 3-bladed knife, you know what that means." What it meant was that even I was a suspect as well as Nexus and all the high-ranking officials not excluding members of the council. Three blades knife is meant to destroy and cause serious damage, a weapon only possessed by people like us and they were to be used only in the case of war.

I’d be fine if Eli wanted to punt him off of a waterfall that had nothing but sharpened stones at the bottom. Traitors. This pack didn’t deal with traitors. If they chose to betray this pack then they deserved their fate. “This blade was discarded by you, which immediately grabbed my attention. I could smell the wolfsbane and Belladonna the moment that I picked it up. Those two things are dangerous on their own, but they are deadly when they are administered into a body together.” He grabbed Nelson’s hair and ripped his head backwards. The blade’s tip was pressed against his jugular.

All I have to do is push a button along the edge, and small holes slide open at the base of the handle, allowing poison to release from the handle and coat the blade. Now, yes, in a fight, ideally you would use the blade to land a fatal blow and call it a day. But sometimes, you’re not the strongest in the fight and it’s better to run, but I’m not leaving my opponent alive. All I have to do is release the poison, deliver a swipe to their flesh, and make a run for it. Leaving me both alive to kill another day, and them completely unaware that they are a dead man walking. Here’s hoping I won’t be required to use it this evening.