Poisoned Honey Novels & Stories

Her expression had become serious. "Vincenzo was right," Anna said as she handed me the file she had brought with her. "I had a doctor test the fluid, like you asked me, and the doctor confirmed that it was a very lethal poison that was produced with moonflower and some other dangerous ingredients." Moonflower? Isn't that the same poison Lorenzo and Mia used to frame me in my previous life? Moonflower has been banned in every werewolf community... how do they keep getting it? "According to the doctor, it's a lethal poison but doesn’t kill very fast. It slowly eats up the organs and intestines until there’s nothing left..." She trailed off, leaving me to finish her words.

It was too stiff and too big. The chill of the stone seeped through his clothes and into his bones. He hated it. He hated this. How did they want him to pretend like he wanted this? How long was he supposed to endure this? Maybe his wolf would do great playing the role. However, when he called him, he refused to answer. Murmuring how angry he was that they didn’t spend their night with their bride. A hawk-nosed Elder cleared her throat. “Alpha Haemont, the hunters from the west need funds for silver-resistant spears…”

Wondering what he was up to, I left the dishes and walked closer. Hogan got a large bowl and a mud pot above the cabinet. He opened the pot and poured the orange sticky liquid into the bowl. ‘Is that honey?’ “What are you going to do with honey?” I asked. Hogan raised his hand. “Give me your hands.” My hands? I looked at my hands before I slowly reached them out to Hogan. Suddenly, Hogan grabbed them and soaked them in a bowl of honey. “Ahhh,” I winced in pain. I shut one eye, bearing with the pain until I gradually became accustomed to it. Breathing heavily, I watched how Hogan kept my hands soaked with honey.

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.”