Toxin Novels & Stories

"Every subject we've tested on died. The antidote is still under development. I don't even know if it'll work." Alan's breath hitched. "What?" "Then find a solution," he snapped, voice low and dangerous. "If I'm right," Joel continued grimly, "We've got less than twelve hours. The toxin accelerates once it's triggered-especially by heat, spicy food, or emotional spikes. Once it hits critical mass, the damage becomes irreversible." The doctor, who had remained silent until now, spoke hesitantly. "That might explain the sudden spike in her collapse. Something she ate might have pushed her past the threshold."

"The toxin will work within 24 hours, with no antidote. Want the delay agent? Then, get on your knees and start begging me!" Spettro lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. "Where's the antidote?" "There's no antidote, only the delay agent. It's in my apartment," the technician said, wheezing. "But you won't make it in time." I calmly raised my hand and studied the red dot. "What toxin?" "A new type of neurotoxin. It starts from blurry vision, then loss of muscle control, and finally, respiratory failure." The technician coughed up blood but continued, "You won't live to see tomorrow's moon.

It meant that his body was still weak and unstable, but the toxin seemed to have gotten cleared from his body. The toxin of this poison was strange. Sometimes, it was undetectable. At first, Lily did not understand it and thought the toxin had cleared up from Alexander’s body. She only realized Alexander was not entirely free from the toxins when he got sick again. Instead, the toxin was just momentarily suppressed. In other words, it had a life of its own. The toxin knew when to hide and when to attack

Vulk asks again confused. “We still haven’t worked out exactly what sort of venom it is,” O’Hanian admits. “I’ve been assured if it was from an orchid bulb or a scorpion, our labs would’ve had it pegged instantly. This toxin’s completely different from anything they have on record. It's beyond rare, it’s exotic.” “So we’re either dealing with something really new here…” Vulk says. “… or something really old,” I finished, re-entering the conversation. “You’re right to be suspicious, and I may know a few people that could know something. I have to warn you though, if I’m right about this it could mean trouble for everyone.”

He doesn't ask for my name, and I don't offer it. He hands me a small, unassuming glass vial. Inside is a powder so white and fine it looks like powdered sugar. It is a rare neurotoxin, a refined extract that leaves no trace in a standard toxicology report. It doesn't kill instantly; it erodes. It mimics the symptoms of a rapid, neurological decline. A "natural" tragedy. "One dose in a drink," the man says, his voice a flat monotone. "Two, if you want it to be certain. It has no scent, no taste."

“Yup.” Thomas explained, “You thought that your acne was removed right? That is actually not true. That quack used a strong drug to forcefully suppress the toxins on your face. While it might seem that your face has become smooth and clear in a short time, the toxin is still in your body and would not be expelled. “And since the toxin was forcibly suppressed, it had no way to be excreted. That in turn caused the toxin to only grow stronger. It is just like a spring, the harder you press on a spring, the greater the force of the recoil is.”

However, the crowd wanted nothing to do with the toxin. Kaze opened his eyes and took the jar from June. He took a whiff and closed his eyes. “What? Weren’t you acting like you were all that? Are you too scared to drink it now?” June looked annoyed. “Just admit defeat. Kneel and apologize—” Kaze interrupted her. “Red arsenic, strychnos, bufotoxin, lytta, datura metel, realgar, Nerium…” Kaze opened his eyes and looked at June with a smile. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, June. This is quite a fatal dose.”

“You aren’t Reese Berlin’s assigned nurse.” “Ah??!” The Detective snickered. “So, you decided to go on with your acting after all.” “But I’m not acting!” “Don’t you remember injecting batrachotoxin into her IV?” “T-That’s…!” Toto’s eyes widened. “That’s the toxin of poison dart frogs!” My jaw dropped. “You’re right,” Hibara grinned; “that’s what the nurse used.” “The nurse?” I asked in confusion. “The nurse. You said, ‘the nurse’. Did Toto bring a different one?”

They were strong, really. The second is Toxic Souls. Toxic Soul Warriors have regular claws and teeth when they shift, but each claw and tooth contain deadly toxins that cause immobility, loss of consciousness and sometimes, even death—depending on the warrior and the opponent. For example, a markless wolf will die from the warrior's toxin, while it will only weaken an alpha, temporarily. But if the warrior is independently stronger, the toxin can paralyse an alpha. Their mark is located under their jaws.

The internet defines a toxic relationship as "any relationship [between people who] don't support each other, where there's conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there's competition, where there's disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." The problem is... sometimes there's excitement in competition. Sometimes the disrespect and lack of support just makes you want someone more. Sometimes, the passion and intense feelings outweigh the negatives.