To Poison A King Novels & Stories

“Oh… it seems like it’s working already.” He poisoned me? I feel a coil wrapping tightly around my chest and stomach, crushing every nerve. “Ha!” I groan as pain crashes down on me. “You poisoned m—” Before I can finish the statement, my legs buckle and I stumble to the floor, blood already spilling out of my mouth and nose. They tower above me. “Good. By morning, the news about the princess poisoning her father-in-law and then poisoning herself will have spread through the kingdom. And I will emerge as the new Alpha King with Delilah as my Luna.”

he told everyone, trying to calm them down—and he did. The King studied the wine in his hand. "And what makes you think it's poisoned? Who would be bold enough to poison me?" "It's her!" Vincenzo pointed directly at Ms. Penelope. "My aunt?" the King asked. "Yes, Your Majesty." The King looked at Ms. Penelope. She quickly scoffed and faced Vincenzo.

The room falls silent again as everyone waits for the King's decision. "What a disgrace you all are turning out to be. Or is it that you've gone senile with old age? You should be smart enough to know that if she intended to poison us, we'd be dead already. You say she laced the food with her hair on purpose, why would she do that knowing it would completely ruin her chances of winning?" The King questions, seemingly trying to retrieve his calm but his eyes still don't change back to normal as if daring them to point another finger at me.

The General caressed her face and she felt hot tears of frustration running out of the corner of her eyes. “Why are you doing this?” “It’s simple really. I want power, and you my dear, will give it to me. As we speak, someone is poisoning the King’s wine with one last fatal dose. We should hear the bells chime soon. His death will leave me in charge, and once I get my hands on that jewel I can conquer all the Kingdoms and be the most powerful ruler of them all.” “You’re insane.” “Am I?” He smirked, then patted her cheek once more. “See you soon Princess.”

His face goes grim. "How long?" Damon asks. "Days. Maybe a week." "You said months." "I was wrong." The healer won't meet his eyes. "The poison is moving faster than expected." "Poison?" "Someone's been poisoning him. Slowly. For years probably." The healer stands. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. There's nothing I can do." The room spins. Someone's been poisoning the King. For years. Which means his dying isn't natural. Someone planned this.

Have I been poisoned? I let my gaze fall on the food tray on the floor. The meal that looked vibrant once now looks disgusting to me. Then I take a deep breath, and with finality, I say, “What does it even matter?” It is like I am trying to convince myself. I pace the room again, my footsteps uneven because of my sprained ankle. “If someone of his status wants me dead, he wouldn't bother with poisoning me secretly. He is a king, kings don't waste time with stupid dramas for someone like me. If he wants me dead, he will come straight to me and kill me when I am conscious enough to acknowledge the fact that it is him killing me” The thought makes me steady for a moment. King Alonso would not p

The poison had most likely been added to the meal that evening. But Stella couldn't be foolish enough to use a strong poison. That would have been immediately detectable to the tyrant king. Perhaps it was just a mild drug that would cause disorientation, making one act on impulse, and once the deed was done, no trace of the drug would remain. It was a risky move, but with some chance of success. The real mistake was that Stella didn't know about the Thiberium poison inside the king's body, which would cause the drug's effect to intensify...

A small glass vial, the liquid inside glimmering like black oil. ‎ ‎“Poison,” he says, rolling it between his fingers like a toy. “A single drop in his cup, and the mighty Demon King will fall.” ‎ ‎“No!” The word bursts out of me before I can stop it. “Are you insane? You want me to kill the King? I- I can’t!” I know he's planning something cruel but I didn't expect him to attack the King! The King of all people, what is he thinking?! Why is he going this far? I can't poison the King, I just can't.

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."

"One thousand, ninety-five days of playing housewife with a man who couldn't even distinguish a real pearl from a glass bead." "Grandfather," I began. Silas finally looked up. His eyes, sharp and judgmental, scanned me from my bruised ego down to my designer heels. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot. "You fool!" he roared, standing up. "You are Franklin! We do not 'take breaks' to bake burnt toast for mediocrity. You left your throne vacant, and do you know what happens to a vacuum in business? Parasites fill it. While you were busy being 'naive,' other young heirs to decent families were snatching our clients."