Spider-man Poison Novels & Stories

He hadn't even felt it happen, hadn't realized that Cian had managed to inject him in the midst of their confrontation. The syringe was filled with a lethal concoction of powdered silver and wolfsbane concentrate, two of the most deadly substances known to wolves. The liquid danced ominously within the clear barrel, and Marco knew immediately that there was no antidote, no escape from the torment that was about to consume him. "You-" Marco's voice faltered, his legs already beginning to weaken beneath him. He reached out to steady himself against a nearby table, but his strength was rapidly fading. Cian watched with cold satisfaction as Marco's body began to tremble uncontrollably, the poiso

Although I wanted to speak, I was too mortified to utter words. "How do we get the antidote?" Adrian's voice was natural and composed. Not how I expected him to act with this news. He, normally is usually much more active than he is being right now. There were two things involved. Either this was just an act and underneath he was dying in rage and pain or he knew about this. "We need to find the person that poisoned the Luna." The old man casually said as he closed his box of supplies. "Tartan is a rare and deadly poison and only the experienced know of it. Luna doesn't have long, Alpha."

But strong enough to send voice signals and record directly to where I need them the most. “You clumsy fool, who the fuck seems?" he snorted out on me, Standing next to the man now makes me think of how easy I could destroy him, he doesn't look so tough without the multitude of guards that he surrounds himself with. We are all evil in our various dealing and lifestyle but this dude right here seems to top the chart for the most deadly psychopath, I mean what sort of a monster would kill his twin brother just to attain power? “I said, I was sorry and by the way, my name is Lorenzo, Lorenzo Leonardo”

Asher asked, trying to hide the flicker of intrigue in his eyes. The Spider smirked, sensing the turmoil in Asher's mind. "Oh, I have more than just words to convince you," he said, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a small vial filled with a mysterious liquid. "This is a powerful poison," the Spider explained, holding the vial up to the moonlight. "A single drop is all it takes to end a life swiftly and without a trace. With this, you can rid the kingdom of its tyrant and claim what was snatched from you."

Undead Joey clapped while speaking. “You owe me an explanation, Sect Master Joey.” Chase held up the three clouds of poison and asked, “This poison is known as Thousand Spider Venom. It was colorless and odorless. It'll only appear as black and green under the suppression of pure light vital energy. ”After one gets poisoned, one would need to take the cure within 45 minutes or one would lose all of one's vital energy and die bleeding from all orifices. This is a supreme poison that is mid-grade divine-level. This poison wasn’t used to test our abilities. It was used to make sure we stay dead.”

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

Timothy pulled several small porcelain bottles from his pocket and handed them to Suzy in one go. Suzy took them, her expression urgent, and quickly opened each one. “No, none of these! I already examined him earlier. “He’s been poisoned with Red Spider Lily! It’s an incredibly lethal toxin. Without the antidote within 24 hours, it’s fatal!” Hearing this, Timothy’s face grew even darker. “Aren’t you supposed to be a miracle doctor? Hurry up and find a way to detoxify him!”

he told me. I looked at him with a puzzled look. “Dad, what do you mean by the poison is rare?” I asked in a slur. He hesitated for a while before he answered me, “Your poison doesn't exist. Your blood was collected and is being circulated all Over the lab in Nightshade medical home for the experiment. The poison had affected your tendons and any vein in your body and if the solution to your poison is not identified before the next three days then I'm afraid your legs would be cut off,”

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…”

My screams catch in my throat as the woman steps forward, the glint of the needle catching the light. Then comes the sting—a sharp, burning pain that rips through my arm like acid, searing through my veins. My body jerks violently as the drug seeps into me, my muscles convulsing with the betrayal of it. Tears spill in hot, endless streams, blurring my vision, soaking into the fabric beneath me. My teeth sink deep into my lower lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth, but I barely feel it. All I feel is the terror, the helplessness. The crushing weight of knowing that in mere moments, my body will no longer be my own.