Skyrim Poisoned Apple Novels & Stories

"Do we really have to try and get into that cabin again?" "There's no need. Didn't you hear them? That giant named Hilarion is going to make apple jam for her." "I heard, Your Majesty." "He'll surely go to pick the apples there." She gestured toward a massive apple tree nearby, its branches heavy with ripe, red fruit that smelled sweet and intoxicating. "I shall give her a poisoned apple of my own making."

I coughed violently, gripping the edge of the table as everyone froze. "Alpha! I would never do such a thing!" Claudia gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if deeply wounded. "Tormund, come now," Tabitha said, trying to keep her composure. "Don't be ridiculous, son. You know Claudia would never—" "But my Luna was poisoned," Tormund snapped, cutting her off. "And the tests came back from that apple pie she sent over. It tested positive for the same toxin that was found in Kyla's blood."

“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?!”

At first he stared at me without any emotions, and then the confused look overtook his face “sorry, what?” "Yes," I raised the glass, to his face, “He made this to help me deal with my anxiety, but when I went outside to look, he was applying something that seemed like a powdery substance in a hurry.” Alpha took the cup From me, inspecting it and sniffing it against his nose, "I can detect the familiar into Moringa and- “Yes, he mentioned those leaves, but he didn't say anything about adding powder to it and I think it is poisonous.”

“If you cannot defeat Nikjin, how then do you intend to kill the Alpha King?” “Let me worry about that. Now, come here. Let me show you what to do.” He stood up and tossed his half-eaten apple into the bush before entering his hut. Erin followed him in and was once again jarred by the sight of his ugly hut. Zokman picked up a small wrapped pouch and offered it to her. “You have to be discreet when applying this potion to his food. Make sure that the other women do not catch you while you are at it otherwise, they will tell Nikjin and you will be dead before sunrise.”

And she had found one—for the next forty-eight hours, at least. Finished, he turned to her, caught her watching him, but said only, "You ready?" Standing, she slung the rucksack over her shoulder, where it joined the unstrung bow. "Did you find what you were looking for?" He nodded. "I got the poison I wanted—which she didn’t finish testing, so I have no idea if it’ll work or not—along with a good supply of wolfsleep sap, which is roughly like chewing gum in your world but also works on wounds. And this could come in handy." He dug into his battered rucksack and held out three small lumps of greenish stuff that had the consistency of putty and an oily sheen.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

His voice rose, his tone sharp. I emotionlessly pushed the papers closer. "Of course you do, oh prestigious young master of the Hilton family. What's there for you to worry about? "Go ahead and sign the papers; I don't want a single cent. Let's stop wasting time." His eyes suddenly turned red. He pointed to his chest, voice shaking, "You really think being with me was a waste? "Jessy was right. Carson found you in the sea, and he got bitten by a shark to save you.

His concern twisted into anger. Rain looked at me on the ground, smug. "But no matter how good you are, you missed one thing — there's no wolfsbane in my soup. If there was, why am I the only one who feels nothing?" The others chimed in immediately. "Exactly! I had the soup too — if it was poisoned, why am I fine?" "She's just trying to frame Rain!" The amount of wolfsbane in the soup was tiny. Only someone like me — who still carried traces of the old poisoning — would react to it. Everyone else was unaffected.

Humiliation, betrayal, pain… everything swam into a black, buzzing void. I curled up in the mud, my consciousness drifting in and out of the darkness. In the final second, just before it all went black, I saw a blurred figure. A man in black appeared silently at the edge of the swamp. He dropped to one knee. He held out a letter, and his voice cut through the toxic air, sharp and clear: “Lady Della, hold on. This is a potion to fight the silver poison. In two days, at the full moon, Alpha Jaden will come for you himself.”