Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

I didn’t flinch. “I don’t like it when you come that close to me,” I said quietly. “And let me tell you a secret.” I turned my head so my mouth was right at his ear. “There’s a blade at the tip of this stick. Sharp. Poisoned. One quick press here,” I tapped the end lightly against his thigh, “and you’ll be a cripple for the rest of your life. Maybe worse. Or dead. Depends how fast the toxin works.” He stepped back fast.

He swung, catching himself on the edge of the marble counter, but his eyes had already grown dull. She replied warily, stepping closer, "Kaiser?" He stayed silent. His mouth clamped tightly, and his neck muscles quitched. Then his eyes lowered to his arm—blood still seeping from a wound she had not noticed earlier. Though the wound appeared shallow, the skin around it had become sickly violet. His students dilated. "I should have known," he said, voice strained and far away. " The blade... it was laced." “Poison.” The breath of Izora stitched. "What—" What do you imply to be poison?

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

' I feel the power she was transferred to me to carry Leon's heavy body inside the house. His body stopped shaking, but he looked so pale, and his veins were now black, and he looked ready to pop out. "Leon, do you hear me? What is happening?" 'He has been poisoned! The blade was silver which can be deadly for our kind. But the worst thing is that there was also wolfsbane on it.' Ivy said in a sad voice. 'What do I do now?' I ask her, desperate. 'You need to take it out, Amaya! Otherwise, he will be dead before the sun comes up.'

My tummy grumbling in hunger, but I was too scared to step out from the four corners of my room. what if they decide to poison my food. I will rather stay hungry than eat anything from this place I use to call home. I was angry and if not that I know he's heavily protected by his men, nothing at this moment is stopping me from going over to where he is and shoot his motherfucking brains out. I cracked my knuckles and went over to where I usually keep my weapons, picking my favorite jackknife, I fantasied about how great it would feel to his blood oozing from the knife.

I placed the small bottle in his hand as he stared at it with a scrutinized gaze. "What is the use of this?" "It's poison." "What makes you believe I'm in need of poison?" His question, as well as his obvious skepticism, made me chuckle. "That poison is for your sword, Your Highness." "What exactly do you mean?" "Drop all of the liquid upon your blade and your metallic silver sword will transform into a black sword loaded with poison in no time. Just a little slice from the sword would be deadly to anyone." ".. I need time to confirm your words."

The blade is coated with wolfsbane. Ice turns to water around my feet, but the gash merely bubbles black and red. My vision starts to go gray at the edges. With the poison coursing through my veins, with blood pouring over my wedding gown once again and taking my life force with it, I cannot heal myself. Not fast enough. Anwen, I call weakly, as though he can hear me. I need—

Even still, the pain was fading, replaced by a deep ache she knew wouldn’t leave anytime soon, but she had faced worse. Jamie handed her the blade, before leaving to return to Lewis’ side. The Beta was stressed, Luna Eleanor’s quiet knocks replaced by the harsh raps of warriors, who only seemed to be holding back in their leader’s presence. Inga fingered the blade, its edge sharp, its metal singeing her fingertips, but it was the fine residue on it that made her pause. She rolled it between thumb and forefinger, watching the way her skin continued to sizzle long after it had left the blade. The knife was coated in the power, sending small particles of silver directly into her bloodstream the

said Sidastir gently while he tried to rip Akana's hands away to observe the state of the wound. "Poison... The blade was poisoned!" Akana panted in agony and released a scream when a wave, to Sidastir, invisible pangs of pain travelled through him. Sidastir turned briskly to Zhan, who laughed in delight. "What poison? What did you use, you vermin?" shouted Sidastir ferociously.

White hot agony shoots through me as his blade connects with my flesh, but I power through. Fuck, that burns. I'm not above saying that a sword to the back fucking hurts, but this is different. They're obviously using poisoned blades, but it's not devilsbane. So what the fuck is it? I push the thought back, not needing the distraction, and grit my teeth through the pain.