Toxic Bl Novels & Stories

He would never hurt her, but I don’t want her scared. “Those bastards,” Aaron growls, his eyes glowing a golden orange when he lifts his head. “Thrash is the deadliest, slowest toxin known to Lycans. Mix it with Wolfsbane, and it acts as a fatal disease that would take years to fully kill someone.”

Vivian is very still on the couch. "I've been seeing darkness around him since the day I met him," I say. "It has been getting progressively worse since the inheritance. What started as something atmospheric, like smoke, has become something with weight and structure, and it is not separate from him anymore, it is not something that follows him. It is in him. And it is oriented toward you. Every vision I have had where it intensifies involves you specifically." I stop. "He does not have to intend to hurt you. The thing inside him does it regardless of his intentions." The room is quiet.

he muttered in a husky tone. I tried to push him away but to no avail. I gritted my teeth as I glared at him, “Why would I listen to you? Have you forgotten we're already done?” I scoffed. His gaze became sharper as his hold around me tightened, “He’s not a good person, Brianna” I wanted to laugh. How ironic that he's the one to warn me about that. “And so are you. So, if you want me to get away from me, you better leave me alone as well because you neither a good person, Lorenzo”

Rather than respond, he interlocked his fingers while his eyes darted around. I knew that look on his face too well. It was the stance he took when he was about to spill bad news. He would take some time to gather his thoughts together so he would stay calm and use the right words just before he told any of his clients that their test results came out negatively. "Come on, spill," Sera insisted with a panicked voice. "This is a slow-acting toxin that I believe they are using to suppress your Alpha's healing gene. The dominant compound in it can sever a mate bond over time, making the body of its host attack itself from the inside."

The image switched to a detailed toxicology report. "And this is the analysis of the toxins extracted from the bomb's residue. Blood Thistle, unique to the Thorne Pack, was mixed with a neuro-corrosive agent only available on the black market." "This poison doesn't just kill. It causes irreversible genetic collapse. You weren't just trying to kill me, Rosalind. You were trying to shatter the Blackwood Pack from within so your family could absorb the pieces." I turned to the trembling rogue leader. "Kane. Tell the elders. Who supplied you with this substance? A Class-A forbidden toxin."

It was an unavoidable and unbreakable passion, it took away our senses, bewitched us and no matter how much I deny, I knew his every word was true and I hated it. When profound cravenness and enmity blend they create a curious tension. I don’t want it but at the same I do- we do. Soon Blaze came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, looking divine with his perfect body as ever and asked, “Why are you still here?” “It is so toxic, Blaze…” I said sadly, sitting up. “How can we live a life like this?” “What are you talking about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Since Bella couldn’t speak right now , I will speak for her . “ of course I’m gonna sue you ,as a mother you actually stuffed your daughter with those drugs and god knows what else . Do you seriously believe that you deserve Bella as your daughter ?you fucking don’t “ I turned to look at Chris who was stupefied looking at the two of us in shock “ You know very well that she is the one behind giving Bella the medication- have you ever thought why she did that ? Like there are hundreds and thousands of kids who are fat , overweight and obese but will their parents give them those medicines without any proper prescription ? Without consulting the doctor ? They won’t right ? But Your mother did

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

Professor Black said, his tone a mix of professional detachment and palpable relief. Honestly, he was speaking in such large scientific terms that it was difficult for me to understand. "Can you explain that more simply?" Lucas questioned, speaking my exact thoughts. Professor Black nodded. "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. What I've formulated here is an antidote that effectively blocks all the bad triggers I mentioned, neutralizing the effects of the toxin." "So, this will fight whatever is inside of me?" I asked. Professor Black smiled. "Precisely. This will kill of the toxic injection."