Poisoned Honey Novels & Stories

“Wifey, after not meeting for two years, have you forgotten about my character?” Mable froze and instantly felt guilty. Rory continued coldly, “I hate being lied to the most. “The Necro Poison is the king of all poisons. You were fucking poisoned by that, so even a poison ten times more poisonous than Vortex wouldn’t be able to do you half the harm!” Mable’s heart sank. She was about to speak when Rory yelled grumpily, “You need the A117 reagent to detoxify Vortex? Who the fuck are you kidding?!”

** There are a total of Twelve jars here and I'd like for you to do three thigs for me, One tell me which ones are poisonous and which ones have healing qualities, Two tell me their names and Three what can they heal ** { okay, simple enough } She walked over to the table and looked at the jars one by one then placed them down on the table, Eight on one side and Four on the other side then turned to look at us { These Eight : Night Shade, Blood Grass, Thistle Dew, Rowdy Thorn, Jadedhorn, Wodstart, Hoghew and Gnasham are poison plants while these Four : Honeylily, Willowslade, Sunnyvein and Heartsap are healing plants, with Honeylilly and Willowslade being the cures for Blood Grass and Night

Although it may be a bit unconventional for a noble lady to have children out of wedlock, she actually wanted to congratulate her, but how could you congratulate someone who was trying so hard to poison you? Shia wanted to laugh at her silly antics. How can this lady expect her to fall for such a stupid tactic? Did she think she was brainless enough not to suspect this plan of hers? True, if she didn’t have such a sensitive nose and an extensive knowledge of poisons, she would have already taken her final breath right inside these chambers. How many times had she already tasted honey made by bees with oleander pollens on them anyway? The blend was so perfect, she wouldn’t be able to trace an

The head just had its mana core inside, it was very small and had very little energy, these things were at the copper level so the energy they had wasn't much to speak of. The upper body had its organs including its brain that were not in good shape, its insides were cooked by the heat. Its lower body had one sack filled with green liquid. This sack of green liquid was the reason why the hornet was named the Murder Hornet and why it's considered a treasure. It's an extremely dangerous poison that can kill anyone under silver rank in second. Mages above silver rank are not immune, they just need the right dosage, these things travel in the tens of thousands so no matter how strong you are the

"This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding." Hessel frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "The black scent—there's the aroma of burning resin and a small sea of sulfur, but there's something else… like a sharp, sweet smell—belladonna mixed with honey. That… isn't a sign of ordinary poisoning." He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic."

Its edges worn down to the silver base. He unscrewed the lid. Inside was half a canister of honey. Not the communal jar in the kitchen. His own private stash. The honey had crystallized. Clouded with murky pale gold. He chipped a piece off with the handle of a teaspoon. He stirred it slowly into the coffee. He could drink it without honey. He added it because someone had once put three spoonfuls of honey into his coffee before his first battle. Saying *sweet cuts the taste of blood.* That person had died on the Northern Ice Plains. The body was never recovered.

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."

She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me? "We can't even win against them! If you want to die, go die on your own—why are you dragging me into this?" But her lies were instantly exposed by the enemy wolves standing across from them. "You're still carrying that witch in your mouth? Guess we really did catch the wrong mate of yours!" One of them sneered and added, "You got played, Louis. She tricked you into thinking she was poisoned. When we caught her, she sold out your Luna just to save her own life."

I closed my eyes, focusing on the source, tracing it to a jar of honey tucked away in the pantry. The smell was subtle but distinct. My heart raced as recognition dawned. It matched the description of a rare poison I had read about in an old medical book while studying poisons. “This,” I murmured, turning to face Adrian. “There is something in this.” Adrian frowned, taking the jar and sniffing it. “I don’t smell anything.” “You wouldn’t,” I said. “The poison is subtle, almost undetectable. It's called Shadowbane. It’s rare and dangerous. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.”

“Bring the honey and licorice from the storehouse.” I examined the soldiers. They had just been poisoned. There might still be a chance to save them. “Have them lie on their backs, gently lift their heads, give them a little honey to drink, then chew up the licorice and feed it to them.” The soldiers hesitated for a second and then did as I said. I don't know if this method will work. I remember reading that honey can temporarily control the spread of poison in the body, and licorice can reduce the toxicity of the poison.