To Poison A King Novels & Stories

The poisoning of King Louis shocked the whole palace. Although the story has not yet spread throughout the kingdom, many people already know that it was the king who was poisoned by taking the medicine Cynthia gave him. "I 'm sorry, Cynthia. all the ministers demanded that I must arrest the suspect. I can' t go against the opinion of hundreds of werewolves..." Harson said with an apologetic face. "I understand." Cynthia was locked in her cell, clutching the bars. "Harson, please believe me, the king will wake up. I know he looks a little worse for wear right now. But when he vomits all the wolfbane out of his body, he' ll be fully recovered. "

“I mean, you have a plan, don’t you?” “I do,” he answered. “Okay, then. Should I ask what it is, or are you going to tell me?” “Treason against a king in our realm is death by hanging. So, for us to kill my father and not be suspected of the crime, I figured we could poison him,” he said as if it was the most natural thing like he was discussing the weather. Then again, who was I kidding? For him, it probably was. “Poison?” I chortled. “You’re joking. I’m not a medical practitioner, but I’ve watched enough crime shows to know poisons are traceable,” I stated.

“Love? Karel, the only person you love is yourself. You didn’t move a finger for me or Gael. You just want the position of Royal Beta to gain influence, power, and money.” Karel simply smiled in silence. “Luckily for you, I am already bringing our goal closer. While you are failing, I am thriving,” she cooed. “The King is back, and now he receives a new poison daily. One that is nearly impossible to detect. It stores itself slowly in his tissues.” The Queen reached down, sliding her hand under her long skirt to slowly remove her lace panties.

"She was poisoning the old King with the exact same stuff. She drove him insane so he would kill his own mate for her." "He realized it too late," I whispered, turning to the final entry before the handwriting dissolved into gibberish. "June 10th," the late King had written. "My rose is dead by my own hand. The Dowager smiles from the doorway. She thinks I do not know what she has done. But my mate left something behind before she fell. She knew the poison was in my blood. She drew the counter-formula in the back of this ledger. May the ancestors forgive me for what I have done."

Stefan is blue-eyed, while Theodor is purple-eyed. In the end, the defeated king Stefan in terms of strength killed the prince Theodor by poisoning his favorite wine. Not only that, but king Stefan also killed all the descendants of prince Theodor by beheading them and witnessing the entire people of the kingdom. King Stefan actually finished off his poor brother's family because they were all purple-eyed. Without the king knowing if Theodor's grandson managed to escape from the palace and live in hiding until now. ***** A sunny morning as usual David gardened after that relaxing in the back seat of his house. He has returned to the spirit of growing his vegetables and he will sell them to t

They were all surprised and highly frightened. " In Amah Kingdom, I am well known by everyone. They call me 'Poison'. The name really belonged to my late father, whose knowledge about poison making and their antidotes was astonishing. He could make different kinds of poison including those that can kill with just inhaling within the shortest possible time that you could think of. He was a great asset to the Amah Kingdom but died a few years ago when preparing a poison to be used by our warriors to fight you, people, I mean the Abasia Kingdom. The making wasn't successful because he is the only one who knew the whole process. The poison was intended to be poured Into the major river of Abasi

Cyrus ordered the props staff to bring black ink, poured it into a basin, then dipped his robe in it, and ordered Claude to stir with chopsticks. Claude sat down and poked his clothes. Cyrus crossed his arms and looked behind him. Suddenly, Claude said in a whisper, "Thank you." The corner of Cyrus' lips lifted. The two of them then said nothing, as if the words of thanks had never been uttered. Waiting for the pure white robe to be dyed to a black that reeked of drugs, Cyrus ordered Claude to hang this stinking shirt on a wooden stick and place it on the truck to dry in the sun.

"My hand is really itching to kill one of you, so you'd better start talking." The first man, visibly trembling, spoke up. "The head elder has been poisoning the king for five years now. The poison has weakened him, and he will die within a month." A collective gasp echoed through the room as stupefaction and horror spread across the faces of the onlookers. Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd. "This cannot be true!" someone whispered, their voice shaking. "How could he do such a thing?" "He's more evil than we ever imagined," another voice muttered.

He sighed in disbelief and felt pride deep in his heart. Despite having trouble breathing and speaking, Queen Lumeena still tried to utter a word. "E-Edward, you… you need to calm them down before they… will destroy our world..." the King nodded abruptly with difficulty. He realized that the Queen was poisoned and at the same time cursed. The Queen was poisoned with the elixirs of death. And there was no cure.

Laughter resumed in the room. “Elder Cedric quickly burst out, “ that terrible king can rot there for all we care. Don't just come to the palace because our most preferred king is king Alexander. We work until this is achieved, right?” “All hail king Alexander!” “All hail king Alexander!” Every one matched their feet on the floor in unison praising him. My father raised his hand for decorum. “We need to eliminate Sophia, Pinch it on alpha James so that Poison can help us to eliminate him.”