Skyrim Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

she asked firmly, accusing the two of something. “Aunt Isadora, what’s the problem? Is there something wrong?” Apollo inquired. “Aunt Isa, what is it?” Shahida added. Isadora didn’t look at the alpha but answered, “Your fork, alpha. The food has poison.” There they realized that the fork Elias was holding turned silver from gold. It does mean that the fork or the food has poison. Apollo pulled the fork frm Elias and smelt it. The fork has a strong scent of aconite.

"It's you! You poisoned the food!" The girl panicked. "You're slandering me! What proof do you have?" Yaslyn sniffed around her and continued, "The person who hired you to poison told you this poisonous herb would be fragrant, but he didn't tell you that when it's mixed with perfume, it creates a peculiar scent, and it can't be washed off." The girl turned pale instantly. "Coincidentally, the peach perfume you used can intensify that peculiar mixed scent the most, so… You still won't admit it?"

Anyone, except him. He noticed I wasn't speaking and suddenly seemed to recall something. His eyes brightened, as if he had figured everything out. "Wait… Are you mad about that mango juice? Really? Is that necessary? It was just juice! If you didn't like it, we wouldn't make that joke again. And you weren't even allergic. I saw it myself. Or are you just upset about Larissa?" Alan tore open the wound in my chest as if it were nothing. I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. My voice was so calm, it surprised even me.

“Once you do that, you feed energy into the darkness. If left untreated, it can affect the heart and the person will die.” The room fell silent, and he had everyone’s full attention now. Jason turned to the desk where Professor Jill nudged a wooden box toward him. He opened it and pulled out an apple. Not a regular apple. It was black, with red veins spreading through it. A few gasps echoed through the room in response. Trinity let out a curious hum. “I brought apples corrupted with ancient dark magic,” Jason said. He tossed it up and caught it in his hand. The two girls in front of me gasped as if he had performed some magnificent trick.

Then nothing. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed, covered in blankets, with the healer hovering over me. His face was pale, and his hands trembled as he touched my wrist. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat felt dry, raw, like I had swallowed sand. The Alpha’s voice came next, low and tense. "What happened to her?" The healer shook his head. "Poison. Something slipped into her food or drink. It’s not fatal, but it’s enough to knock someone out and mimic organ failure. I’ve only seen this once before. Bellroot."

“I'm sure Phoenix wouldn't care about that!... Wait, did you say she was poisoned? By what? By who?” “Yes, I said she was poisoned. I don't have the results to tell me for sure what poison yet, but I would say it was done while she was with that Alpha, maybe even by the Alpha himself.” “But still poisoned by what? There isn’t much that can really hurt us..” “I have narrowed it down to... I think it is silver. I think he hid it in the blood bags he gave to Scarlett... Maybe even in his own blood... I just need the results to know for sure”

"The girl is a rogue. But we didn’t find much on her asides from the scratch marks and the fact that she was given a high dosage of conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)." "You just said conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)?" Chad's eyes widened. "That word sounds familiar; I can't really remember where I heard it from," I muttered, trying to calm down my brain to remember. "In the Silverstone pack, conium maculatum is the main source of poison. It's a slow poison that first weakens your wolf, making you vulnerable to all attacks. It stops you from breathing normally. Shit, have you forgotten?" Chad explained, and I saw Andrew looking at him in awe.

He went very still, the way he always did when I touched him first. "Ava," he said quietly. “I am not ready. I said pulling my hand back.” "I wasn't going to ask." He chipped in "Then what?" He looked at me for a long moment. The rain hammered against the windows. Somewhere in the building, a neighbor was playing piano badly. "I was going to say thank you," he said. "For letting me stay." Alex remembered everything. I mentioned once, in passing, that I had loved a specific brand of apricot jam as a child but hadn't found it in years. Three days later, a jar appeared on my studio windowsill with a note, Found it. No big deal!