Novel & Cerita Poisoned Blade

he asked again, “Like I told you earlier,” I started, “I want to have a discussion with Adrian.” Blade blinked, then swore under his breath, “I thought you said we were not going to start a war,” “He poisoned her.” I hissed, Blade froze and confusion flickered across his gaze before his expression darkened. “Wait, when? How? Is she alright?” “She is, and it was a long time ago,” I answered, making sure I was using the right words, “But I want to make sure that never happens again.”

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.

the blade was poisoned. "R-Ragnar." She breathed his name as if it was the gentlest thing in the world she couldn't break.

"Yes, Alpha Jasper." Staring at the sword in my hands, I slowly unsheathed it. The sword was just as beautiful as the last time I had used it; the steel blade gleamed, as though it had been just freshly sharpened. When I used to use the blade a lot, I'd ask my guards to keep the sword in a mixture of Wolfsbane and Dahlia juice. It was well known amongst wolves that one slice of a blade infused with that mixture could poison and kill in seconds.

The urgency in his tone and his hard gaze on me was a call to swiftness. "That blade used was poisoned, that's why it hasn't grown back… Your manhood that is-" Our eyes fell on his balls that were sitting lonely in between his legs. My eyes snapped shut as my heart rapidly beat. "What blade?" "Send the blade to me then I'll go check on it, then come back with either good news, or bad one. I just hope it would be a good one because if it's not treated early, it's gonna cause a huge problem..."

I try to sit up again, my skin pulling tight. “I said let my blood work it’s use!” The old man all but screams. “Those blades were poisoned with death rag that grows in the underworld. More potent than wolfsbane or nightshade, it makes Pyilquois or cartbanamol together look like child’s play.” “So, I’m not a wimp?” I laugh at my joke, though there is nothing funny about how I feel. “If you hadn’t been a Grimalkin, you would be dead. Any normal shifter wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds with just a scratch from that poison.” He sounds angry, more perturbed than anything else.

“What have you done to me!!??” “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what this blade does, all I know is its cursed and not to cut myself” Rex said with a shrug. “You!” Pilk raged, this blade’s poison had brought her to her knees and her eyesight was going fuzzy. The blades poison was acting quicker than he imagined. “They have a spell on their bodies that prevents death, I don’t think the poison will kill her. The spell is centred on their hearts. That blade possesses enough magic to dissipate the spell, effectively killing them.” Lizz said walking over.

I ducked under his arm and turned fast enough that his blade sliced across my jacket instead of my spine. My hand caught his wrist and I drove my knee into his stomach to make him bend over just enough for me to slam my knife into his throat while I ripped his weapon free. I looked at his weapon and I instantly knew that something was wrong. The blade was too dark and the edge had a slick shine that didn’t belong. Even in the moonlight I could see the coating along the metal and a memory hit me straight away. It was coated in anti-healing toxin. I felt the anger rise in my stomach because these weren’t random leeches and they had come prepared for wolves. They knew what they were doing and t

Knives rained from nowhere, silent as shadows, sharp as hate. “I thought this place was impenetrable!” Lilia screamed, diving behind a pillar. Petrov’s laugh was mad and broken. “Is anything impenetrable to that bastard? He wants us all dead!” Servants fell, choking, as poisoned blades lodged into their throats. Malina dragged a shrieking maid behind her as a shield, Anya spun with bloodied hands, fighting like a cornered wolf. Then one blade cut Lilia. Straight across her arm. The poison burned her veins like molten iron. She looked down—and saw the message carved into the steel.

He reloaded his gun with practiced hands—but his fingers trembled. He looked down. The blood on his left palm wasn’t red. It was black. His stomach dropped. “Poison,” he muttered. “They poisoned the blade.” A wave of dizziness crashed into him. He staggered backward and leaned against one of the concrete pillars, sliding slowly to the ground. His left hand was already numb. His left arm followed. He gritted his teeth and bit down a cry. He couldn’t let it take him yet. Not before Maya got her sister.