Toxin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You said the vial was labeled 'Antidote A.' What else did it say?” She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out the broken label. Carefully, she handed it over. He read the word scribbled in ink on the back: Test. His jaw tightened. “Shit.” “Tell me,” she demanded. Enoch hesitated, then slowly met her eyes. “Kaiser’s father—before he retired as king—created a toxin. A neuro-paralytic serum designed to incapacitate enemies without killing them… instantly. It would paralyze, manipulate memory, and sometimes create suggestibility. It was never finished. But if this is ‘Antidote A’—then there’s more than one variant of the poison now. Someone finished i

I knew something had to be off with how sickly my mother is, a slight chill that she mentioned would never break someone down as drastically as she’s been. Unable to control my rage, I grab the glass from my desk and throw it against the wall, shattering it to pieces as I growl, “what is he using?!” Marcel shifts his weight uncomfortably, then answers, “the maid said it’s Silentbane, a toxin that accumulates in the body and eventually, becomes just as lethal as wolfsbane. The difference between the two is that one shows signs of poisoning early on while what your mother has been given reacts slowly.”

Jerson who was about to touch the body was immediately stopped by Vishnu. “Don’t touch the body. He drank poison," Vishnu said. “You heard about Vuintor Poison, right? It's in demand in the underground business. It is the best use in mass murder as the poison transfers to your body if you touch the person who was affected.”

"Someone trained her to survive this." The implications settled like stones in my gut. "How long till she wakes?" Maelin busied himself with unpacking vials of murky liquids, their colors unnatural in the candlelight. "The toxin's a hybrid. Mostly diluted neurotoxin - lethal in pure form. But there's something else mixed in." He crushed dried leaves between his palms, the powder glowing faintly blue as it hit the air. "Dragonroot, if I had to guess." "Daggermouth root only grows in the Wastes."

What made a person so cruel? For the first time I realized that my feelings of hate toward her had become toxic. I tried not to think about them, but knowing I'd be facing both her and Zander next period wound the dark emotions tighter and tighter around my heart, and I couldn't ignore them. She was like VX, the most lethal nerve gas in the world and categorized as a weapon of mass destruction, or so Mr. Neff said in freshman Biology. If one drop of its gas made contact with your skin, you were toast. Yeah, that was Zena. Or should I start calling her VeX? I chuckled to myself, drawing a few curious gazes. Ruthie would get a kick out of the new nickname. Until then I needed to concentrate on

The other guy replied with a smirk. "Oh really?,what are you planning to do man?".The first guy asked as he's eager to know what his friend is planning. "This syringe is filled with a poison called Botulinum toxin produced by anaerobic bacteria,they consist of 1000 amino acids joined together and most importantly they cause muscle paralysis by preventing the release of the signalling molecule acetylcholine.If 1 nanogram of this is injected in his body he'll surely die".The other guy answered as he placed the syringe on his hand gently on the table.

The blinds were shut, the desk was cluttered with papers and vials. Once we were seated, he adjusted his glasses and got straight to it. “The toxicology results just came back,” he began, flipping through a thin stack of papers. “We identified the toxin. It’s called batrachotoxin.” Liam frowned. “Sounds exotic.” Dr. Klein gave a small, grim smile. “It is. In very minute quantities, under controlled conditions, derivatives of it have been researched for potential cardiac therapies. But in high doses, like what your wife ingested, it’s extremely lethal. There’s been a global cessation of production in recent years due to its dange

“What.” I nod once, throat tight. “Captain Rook, Adrian’s command, was there. He told them to run a toxin screen.” Tessa’s mouth opens, then closes. Her optimism staggers but doesn’t die. “Toxin can mean… anything,” she says, voice small. “Contaminated food. A sickness. Maybe, maybe it’s just a standard panel word.” Briar’s eyes are hard. “Or it means poison.” The word drops into the space between us like a stone into deep water. I feel my stomach twist, my throat burning with memory. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t want it to mean that.”

The diner on the edge of town was a dive, its neon sign flickering like my wavering conscience, my heart pounding as I slid into a booth across from Tom and his contact, Kessler, a lean man with sharp eyes and a steady pulse. My throat burned, my eyes stinging as Kessler spread out three vials, his heart detached, his throat easing. “Pick your poison,” he said, his voice low, his hands gesturing to the vials. “Tetrodotoxin—paralyzes, every nerve on fire, death in hours. Ricin—guts him from the inside, three to five days of pure agony. Polonium-210—slow burn, untraceable, weeks of suffering.”

This would make the other party’s nervous system ten times more sensitive than it usually was. It was also precisely because of this that the native parasitic worm would be able to continue manipulating the corpse through the other party’s nervous system after killing him. It could be said that this toxin was also a form of nerve conduction medium. What was even more terrible was that this toxin enhanced the sensitivity of the other party’s nervous system before death, and this increased the other party’s perception of pain by dozens of times.