Strong Poison Book Novels & Stories

As though they can get dressed simply by gazing down. Mrs. Jen takes a book from the table and places it in her hand. The book had the appearance of being twenty years old, was wired with tree roots, and was a dark brown colour. "This is the book from which I learned about so many incidents, many of them included poisoning or murdering someone while they were sleeping. I was also taught how to treat some of the more serious injuries, such as having a riped skull or being roasted to death till their skin turned crimson." Jen clarifies.

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

I nodded to him and walked toward the dining area. I looked at the table and a small bottle caught my attention. It's shining, and it's blue. I saw how Gayle immediately took it and hid it in his pocket. "My bad, my medicine got stuck here." His medicine? Ts Just say it you bitch, I might be dumb but I'm not that stupid to not recognize that. That's a freaking poison! That is part of what Psalm taught us. About poisons. And that one is the poison of asthenia. It's a poison that makes a person weak! This snake! Does he still plan to poison Saint?

Several thoughts run through my mind. I need to awaken my power and showed to him on heartless I could be! *** Vine pack. "Vine pack," I twitched my lips at the say of that. So my enemy was hiding in this place? Vine pack! You're all going to lay for the sins of your harlot daughter who had dared to bewitch my slut! "Today is not the day to revenge! I beseech you to check in on the harlot, how about that? " A tiny voice echoed behind my ears, sending a tingling of excitement straight into my system.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Insofar as there is a You, Juliana. "In fact, the only object I found in that room that seemed even remotely personal was a book..." I stoop to pick up the tattered and mouldy copy of 'Poisonous and Psychoactive Plants: A Handbook'. "At the time, I didn't think much about it. Then later, well... you do murder for fun, so fair enough. But why not, a guide to hand-weapons, or history's most famous serial killers...?" She's poised, trembling... A push and...

“Somehow I felt scared not for myself but my baby and ladies, I wondered what they are doing at this moment, knowing fully well how sick Dmitri can get, I silently prayed in my heart for God to protect my baby mama and baby even if I wasn't so sure he would answer me. I wore my military combat trouser that had so many pockets and I filled each pocket with bullets grenades and handguns and smokescreens I had my bulletproof strapped in and threw on my jacket. when I was done, just before I left the room I couldn't help but take a final look at my baby's nursery, take a deep breath as I walked off. **** The action began as soon as we entered the church, we soon got to know that the congregation

In it where greenish slimy substances, “This is what the water truly looks like” Edgar smiled at her proudly. “Woah!” Dylan smiled at her, “That was awesome Cleopatra” Edgar walked towards a small stack of books, looked through them and slipped one out. It was a large book with red leather cover. It was dusty indicating it had not been opened in a long time, “We have been looking in the wrong books Cleopatra”, the book landed with a thud sending dusts in the air, “This is a book on poison”