Novel & Cerita Poisoned Blade

he said as he cracked his head from side to side, seeking convenience to ease the pressure of his muscles. My eyes cascaded to its refined blade that was said to be honed by their uncle himself, Cretheus de Rosa, who was the younger brother of their deceased father, and a few years older than Thaddeus and Theodore. I scowled upon seeing some liquid coating the blade. "That blade has a wolfsbane coated in it," I emphasized, irritated. "Is this part of training? You are attempting to kill me..." In this training, it was not uncommon for them to incorporate real swords coated with wolfsbane. The deadly poison, known for its potency against werewolves, posed a significant threat and could prove

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

But not for more. "Arghh!!" Instantly she was sitting on the ground trying to control her own body. The sword was long forgotten. The problem is everything about me contains poison, even if I hypnotise someone, it sends poisons into his body. Maybe because of being a shifter wolf, it took a certain time more to affect her. Poor girl! The toxicity went to her veins for a long time. "What's happening?" She was looking at me with horror. As if I am telling you!

a voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.

I bolted. The first blade grazed my shoulder, and a burning pain shot through me. The poison was fast-acting, searing through my veins like fire. I stumbled but gritted my teeth and pushed on. "Too slow!" a voice jeered from the crowd. I forced myself to move faster, weaving through the deadly dance of blades. Every dodge had to be perfect. But something was wrong. This wasn't standard-grade silver. The potency was off the charts. A graze that should have been a minor burn was now a festering wound, deepening at an alarming rate.

Even I… felt something twist inside me. But it didn’t last. Because the next thing he said burned it all away. “And now look at her,” Blade snapped suddenly, turning back to me with anger blazing in his eyes. “She’s lying there, fighting for her life because of you.” My fists clenched instantly. “Watch your words,” I warned. “No,” he fired back, stepping closer. “You watch yours.” He pointed straight at me. “Under your watch, she got poisoned. Under your protection, she’s dying.”

“I can't believe she brought poison to a duel. What a coward.” The blade was heavily coated with the kind of toxin that could burn through skin and muscle like acid. I had seen it before during my training with the royal guard, where we had studied every poison, every weapon, every dirty trick an enemy might use. This one was designed to paralyze first, then kill slowly and painfully. As soon as the crowd noticed the blade, whispers quickly spread throughout the arena. “Is that a dagger?” “She has a weapon while the General only has a stick.”

He said and charged at me, it was too predictable, very much that i had already moved but what i wasn’t aware of was the second blade currently in his hands. “S@#$” the blade slashed against my arms and pain seeped through me as the poison laced on the edge of the blade. “How do you like-” he asked when Gloria pounced on him and knocked the knives away from his hold. A loud grunt escaped his lips as she landed a punch to his face over and over again. I inspected the wound on my arms and winced at the sight, blood had been mixed with the purplish blue poison and slowly seeped into my bloodstream. It was just a little. It wasn’t supposed to be this dense, it shouldn’t have made me stiff like t

She lunges, the blade a silver flash aimed directly at me. I instinctively raise my hand, a foolish, desperate attempt to shield myself. The blade slices across my palm, a searing, sharp burn that makes my skin feel like it's on fire. "That blade is coated with Lead!" Kira screams in my head, her voice high-pitched with terror, a primal shriek of alarm. "This bitch is going to kill us!" The realization hits me like a physical blow. Lead. The same poison that almost killed Nox. Adrenaline floods my system, wiping away any lingering hesitation.

“Okay. So you didn’t coat the blade with poison? You’re not bullshitting me right now?” “Why would I?” He shrugged, rattling his handcuffs a little with the movement. “I’m gonna go to jail anyway.” I sighed, lowering my hand, and studied his face. Like Sera, he seemed genuinely confused. He really had no clue what I was talking about, which made no sense. In my past life, the blade had been coated with wolfsbane toxin. It was the toxin that killed me in the end, not the cut itself. Unless… The toxin hadn’t been applied after the stabbing, had it?