White T Poison Novels & Stories

I was their protector, the one they were bound to listen to. But this poison wasn't anywhere being obedient. Compared to Aragon's power and strength, this toxic Ricin seemed powerful enough to let his body go numb. It was prepared using dark magic. And there had to be a human behind all these. Seeing him in that state was my weakness. But after the rejection, I thought everything ended between us. Much to my surprise, sparks were still alive. The moment I touched his forehead, I could absorb that Ricin. He wasn't dead, lying there like a vegetable. The world of poison got simulated, and it was connected to him. The worse he got, the worse my world started tearing apart. Keeping it safe was m

However, what delighted him was that Whitney wasn't just beautiful and fair, but she also had a very rare ice disposition. Perhaps a woman who was born with an ice disposition would be like poison to others, but Ethan had been training in the secret art of the Pentapoisons since he was a child.

"I need you to increase the dosage." I look at Brittany, and think of how to reply in a way that won’t offend her. "Increasing the dosage could produce visible symptoms. Surely, he’d go to the hospital and find out." Brittany’s face remains impassive. “The poison isn’t extremely potent. I personally developed it, so I know how it works. She sets her book on the side table with a sigh. "I hired you to follow instructions, Dr. Cecilia. Not to ask me questions."

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

However, she looked at the unconscious Zion and said to Whale beside her, "Go and find out what kind of poison Zion is poisoned with. It must be complicated if he could be drugged so effortlessly." Whale was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something. "Yes, boss' body is very good, and his identification of toxins is also very high. Basically, there are very few toxins that can quietly get close to him." Whale thought of Zion's incredible ability. His uncle was Tristan. He was once surrounded by people like Mateo and Desmond, so he had a very high tolerance for toxins. Whale even had no doubt that if Zion did not join the army, he would very likely become an outstanding doctor. I

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

"Are you the owner of the vehicle with the license plate STO 123? A gas tanker collided with it on Goodrich Avenue and exploded. We found a body inside. We need you to identify it." All the color drained from Samuel's face. His phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

“What—what is it?” Fenric’s gaze did not soften, though his words cut through her agony. “It is poison. Stolen from the grave of the first star-blessed. It binds the spirit to silence, severs it from the moon. They swore it was destroyed.” His eyes turned to the High Elder, burning with fury. “You kept it. You kept it, knowing what it does.” The High Elder’s voice was cold, merciless. “The star-blessed bring only ruin. We end it now.”