Spider-man Poison Novels & Stories

She never would have thought that the medicine had such targeted properties. Trying to drag me and my family business down with her was nothing but a fantasy. At that moment, the faces of the other two roommates started showing symptoms. They immediately tugged on Jenny's arm. "Jenny, pull yourself together! Since Eve knew a long time ago that the product is poisonous, that means that she deliberately mixed it into your skincare products!" "Our faces are starting to decay as well! She has to at least use the best experts to cure us for free!" Jenny's eyes instantly lit up.

“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”

Silver. The grey substance burned through my skin in painful stings. The substance was one only true hunters could make. A devilish mix of silver and lowly concentrated promethium. The sickening scent also indicated the presence of Aconitum lycoctonum grown under the moonlight, commonly known as monkshood, the devil's helmet or Wolf's bane. Daniel Matthews' eyes were glued on me as the skin affected by the poison healed. I should have known that he knew. The way he had looked at me before. His eyes had held only one thing, disgust.

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

I’m placed on the bed and I can feel him watching me, his fingers combing my hair off my face. Then he sighs quietly and I hear him move away. “I purchased some food from Drake’s Chicken Place. It was poisoned, get to the bottom of it for me.” His voice is icy as he speaks through the phone. I can’t hear what the other person is saying, but Zion is pacing now. “From what it looks like it does appear to be one of the Arkan’s own poisons, 2OX-Z1. I’m certain of it.”

I’d do it if he said yes. Felix’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t respond. He’s protecting himself, my wolf observes. He leans closer to the screen, eyes narrowing. “Wait.” My attention sharpens. “What?” “I’ve got something.” I get closer so I can see the screen over his shoulder. He pulls up a series of old records, text scrolling rapidly. “Poison classifications used during the war…” he mutters. “Here.” He taps the screen. “Looks like there was a vine-based toxin used against the hunters, one that was created by a sypher with green magic.”

Carving themselves into her skin and extremities, the creature curled into herself. Glaring at Allen she spat, “You lied to me!” The venom towards his betrayal of the initial promise that he would not harm her, it seemed to permeate the air long after she had been subdued by Chiri’s curse. Essentially stunned by the effects of the Blessing placed on the pistol, the spider-woman now lay paralyzed on the ground.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

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.

he continued, tilting his head slightly, "it's because I tampered with it back at Moonlit Apothecary. It was a warning. One you were too arrogant to heed." "You should've left my people alone. But you didn't. And now you'll pay for that choice." As his final word fell, Gordon's back gave a grotesque shudder. With a sickening pop, the hump on his back exploded, spraying his entire body with the toxic, corrosive blood. "No!" Gordon screamed, his voice shrill with terror. The poison ate through his skin instantly, black veins spiderwebbing across his body. The pain was unimaginable. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest as his skin sizzled and disintegrated.