Poisoning The World Novels & Stories

The copper walls of the tub glowed faintly, as though the engravings were channeling something deeper than heat. While they waited, Jerald wandered toward the desk where the women worked. His eyes scanned the open pages diagrams of plants, chemical structures, strange runes. “What happens to the poison after you take it out?” he asked. One woman glanced up. “We keep it. Every toxin tells a story of where it came from, who made it, and how it kills. Amara has built the largest poison registry in the world.” Jerald’s eyes narrowed. “So, this place isn’t just for healing.”

But her answer made my whole world broken, and I feel like my soul is coming out from my body. "He's dead."

Something much older, much colder, and much more hungry. "Dante," I gasped, the "Sync" in my head turning a solid, unchanging black. "We aren't the only ones who were poisoned." By uploading their chaotic obsession into the city's core, did Ivy and Dante just create a beacon for a global network of "Sync" predators—and is their dark HEA about to become a war for the survival of the human soul? (Watch out for Chapter 195) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, knowing that this was not just a random act of poisoning but a calculated and sinister plot crafted by human hands. "Rudra," Sashi began, her voice tinged with urgency, "do you know where this poison is found? Who could have created something so lethal?" Rudra's expression grew somber as he nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of knowledge and sorrow. "Yes, Sashi. This poison is not a natural occurrence—it's man-made. It was crafted by a tribe of people who live in the dense forests between the borders of Kerala and Karnataka." Sashi's eyes widened in disbelief, the image of a secretive tribe lurking in the shadows of the wilderness paint

Dalena and Manolo suddenly became quiet, their bodies paused and looked at each other with incredible eyes. “Why are you stopping?” I shouted. “A life for a life. It's impossible, the poison has been banned.” Dalena shook her head. “No one can make this poison.” “Who's the other poisoned person?” Manolo said, grabbing Dalena's sleeve. “It's a conspiracy. We have to find another poisoned person right away.” “What the hell is going on?” I couldn't understand what they were saying. “It's a poison forbidden by our witches. It's called a life for a life. If two people take this poison, they will vomit blood at the same time, and then one must die within three days, and the other will live, or bot

“What did you do, you little shit?” A flash of movement behind Camo—visible only from where I stood—caught my eye. I showed no reaction even as my mental calculations adjusted to account for the new development. “You can buy anything on the black market these days,” I said, playing idly with the ugly monkey paperweight on the desk. “Including deadly poisons. The one currently destroying your system? Quite similar to thallium. It’s odorless, tasteless, colorless. Hard to identify because it’s so rare, and its symptoms often point to a range of other illnesses. But unlike thallium, it has no widely known antidote. Luckily for you, Uncle, there is a secret antidote—and I have a vial stashed awa

Yes, she took the bait. "The poison is a temporary poison that gives the consumer a stronger toxin than a toxic soul warrior. The person's wolf would gain poison in his or her claws and teeth and whoever it attacks would have their organs melted from the inside. The only problem is that you need to fight in your wolf form," it wasn't a lie. That was part of the use of the poison. She tried creating it by imitating the toxin of a toxic soul warrior, but it was a failed experiment. Nothing could be safer than the real deal. The poison always backfired by melting the organs of the consumer. She was able to raise the duration to an hour but even if the antidote is taken, it would melt away a rea

His usual glower is across his face, so there is no telling what this is about. Dylan pulls me into his office and his expression changes to a cross between shocked and horrified as he speaks. “Kaiya was poisoned. She is possibly still being microdosed, or was for some time. The readings show high concentrations of a rare poison that can render a wolf unconscious or even kill it,” Dylan says in a tone I have never heard him use before…is that concern? “This poison only has one known antidote and it is even more rare than the poison. This stuff clings to her cells and doesn’t break down easily,” he continues.

He zoomed in on the three red worlds, each one filling the projection with horrifying detail. "First is The Abattoir. A slaughter world. Everything there exists for one purpose, to kill. The environment is toxic, corrosive, designed to break down organic and non-organic matter. The creatures are biological killing machines, evolved specifically for murder. Even the air itself is poison, slowly eating away at anything that breathes it. You'll need to move through it in under six hours or you'll start to deteriorate on a cellular level. Skin will slough off. Organs will fail. You'll quite literally dissolve from the inside out."

The bodies of civilians and soldiers littered the streets, where their blood seeped into the cracks in the titacrete. The planet’s skies were blackened by soot and reddened by toxins. Every body of water was equally poisonous, and reflected numerous colors from their surfaces. Whatever flora used to thrive had withered due to it all. Everything seemed gray and dark and dead all at once. But it all slowly turned to black as Godeater consumed it all. The shadow literally crawled across every surface, every object, every thing. It continued into every nook and cranny, every skyscraper and mountain, every ocean and every depth.