Will Vinegar Kill A Black Widow Novels & Stories

"The controlling shares are still in my hands! You're nothing but a puppet!" Seeing Peter unmoved, Grandma grabbed an antique vase from the coffee table and hurled it at him. She roared, "I won't repeat myself again! I said get on your knees!"

"You must continue to heal Diana. If you cease, she won't make it." "You'll die, you know," Nirvana cautioned, her hands emitting a soft glow as she maintained her grip on Diana's arm, her expression etched with concern. Andrew slowly regained his footing, his movements labored. "I've endured venom before. I can manage a few drops," he asserted resolutely, though a sudden convulsion coursed through his body, forcing him to steady himself against a nearby tree to remain upright. "A mere few drops of pure dark venom are fatal to a vampire, milord," Nirvana reminded him gravely.

He says as the doctor comes in. “Trevor, stay here with your cousin. Alpha Cain, please show me where they are grown. We might have a bigger problem than just these two.” I emphasize, trying to reiterate how important it is to find the source. Belladonna is deadly to every species, but more so for werewolves. Even the smallest amount can kill us. I can smell it, but for most, it is scentless. Thank you, Infinity!

Everyone in the room quickly turned their attention to the door. Melissa was in her brother's embrace, and her line of sight was directly toward the entrance. She spotted it first. Indeed, there was a centipede with a long spiny tail crawling around behind the door. Their mother angrily walked over and stepped on the centipede, killing it for scaring her daughter. Fortunately, Melissa wasn't hurt. Their grandmother also approached. She looked at the centipede. "Why are they still active this season? This room must be too humid. Don't worry, Melissa. I will sprinkle some boric acid on your bed. Everything will be fine."

“The Ice Forest lies ahead, covered in Blood Weeping Vines!” Eira held the reins steady, not turning her head. “What are Blood Weeping Vines?” “They’re parasitic creatures, leech-like in nature. They spew red hallucinogenic poison gas. No antidote exists. Forcing a crossing will let the gas corrode your wolf core through your respiratory tract.” Martha stamped her foot anxiously. “The Elder deliberately took this guard duty because he counted on this natural barrier. He must have laid an explosion formation around the vines.” “If you purify the poison with moonlight power, the formation will detonate and collapse the east formation eye early!”

I gripped the edge of the bed with my hand to keep from striking someone in my helplessness. "What is it? Speak!" I hissed. "A mixture of black widow extract and marsh wormwood," the healer said, drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. "That... that woman coated the tip of the spear. This doesn't just cause pain, my prince. This poison devours the nerves from the inside. That is why the blood won't clot, and why her body is fighting so violently." "Heal her," I stepped up to the old man, my voice so low it sounded more threatening than any shout. "If she dies, you won't live to see the sunrise either."

As a result, they heard the miserable sound of pain in the whole army. Both of them couldn't help but shiver. Before they could recover, they heard Ziling's soft voice again. "But I haven't tried the antidote yet. If it can't be removed, the venom will slowly seep into their skin, enter their blood, and die in their intestines." The black eagle and the white tiger couldn't stand it anymore. Just thinking about it made them feel very uncomfortable, let alone trying it out in person. Otherwise, one day they would be tortured to death by this little witch inside.

All he did was scroll through old photos of me on his phone, one after another. Vivian couldn't stand it. Her temper grew worse by the day. Then, that afternoon, Alex returned to the motel after running errands. The moment he pushed the door open, a sharp, bitter smell hit him. Vivian sat slumped against the headboard. A dark, purplish liquid was dripping from the corner of her mouth. An empty glass vial lay overturned beside her hand. Wolfsbane. The deadliest poison to any werewolf. Even the strongest healing abilities couldn't resist it.

Then, without hesitation, he grabs the guy’s wrists and plunges both hands into the liquid. The reaction is immediate. The guy’s entire body jerks violently, a strangled noise ripping from his throat. His fingers spasm uncontrollably, the spikes still lodged under his nails making every tiny movement agony. Kade holds his hands down, his grip firm, unyielding, keeping them submerged. The vinegar is seeping into the open wounds, into the tissue that’s already been burning from the capsaicin and venom, soaking deep into the nerves. The guy tries to rip his hands free, but Kade doesn’t let him.

"Whoever is behind this, listen carefully—you can never win." It was then that I noticed the black spots on her skin. Recognition slammed into me like a tidal wave. Black spider venom. These creatures were rare, existing only in the vampire world and… Carl-stron Village. They were used to control bodies, forcing victims to act against their will. Whoever did this knew. They knew Elysia was my weakness. And they were trying to use the same person who they killed mercilessly, unfairly for being a vampire witch. Rage burned through my veins. My grip on her throat didn’t loosen. Instead, my thumb ran along the skin, pressing lightly. Her body quivered, trembling under my touch. She tried to figh