Witch Poisons Novels & Stories

"All of you are confined to quarters. No one leaves. No one talks to anyone outside this room. Guards will be posted outside your doors. If any of you try to run, I'll hunt you down and make what I did here look like mercy. Understand?" "And if my wife dies..." I let the words hang. "Then you all die with her. Every single one of you. Because someone in this house poisoned her. And if I can't find who, then I'll punish everyone." "Don, please—" Maria sobbed. "We have families—" "So did I." I turned and walked toward the door. **** Dr. Russo looked up when I entered the medical room, his face drawn. "Well?" I demanded. "I've identified the poison. It was wolfsbane. Aconitum. It's a plant-base

He had promised himself that he would help Ravi. He found his legs moving on their own accord as he walked towards the bed where Ravi was lying. He was trying to control his anxiety. He was counting his breaths trying to steady his breathing. When he saw all the blood that was adorning the clean white sheet, Hari knew that Ravi could not be alive. Also, Hari knew the poison that the boy took very well. It was a part of their training. Wolves bane was the enemy of every wolf out there. It could paralyse a wolf if given in small dosages but lethal when concentrated.

His gaze met mine, the deep green of his eyes clouded with remorse. "Drugged?" The word slid off my tongue, filling the silence of the room with its chilling implications. JJ nodded solemnly, a grim look on his face. "Yes. With Wolfsbane. It was... most likely spiked in your drink." The name of the poisonous plant made my heart drop, an icy chill crawling up my spine. Wolfsbane. Infamous for its lethal impact on werewolves, capable of inducing agonizing pain and even death. The enormity of the situation hit me, nearly taking my breath away.

Then he sighs quietly and I hear him move away. “I purchased some food from Drake’s Chicken Place. It was poisoned, get to the bottom of it for me.” His voice is icy as he speaks through the phone. I can’t hear what the other person is saying, but Zion is pacing now. “From what it looks like it does appear to be one of the Arkan’s own poisons, 2OX-Z1. I’m certain of it.” What? No! We didn’t make this. We learned of it for sure. I recognised it when I ate it and realised what was happening, but the Arkan didn’t make this drug.

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

He was obviously purposely walking slowly because he wanted me to catch up with him and that is something that can never happen in my reality. The words that fall out of my mouth next bring me back to reality…the reality that I am not dreaming. This is real life. “I, Poison Ivy welcomes you to the clan of the abominable dream stand that fulfils the hidden chronicles of the human body which is the only thing allowing the fish to malfunction in the coconut water of the strawberry palm fronds which the seed of the living cockroach which lives in the fourth floor of the rat's apartment shall die in the bathroom of a living specimen." And yes, I said every stupid dumbing word in one breath.

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."

The uh… poisons that you requested… there happens to be a combination that enables the production of zahar. Shock rained over Greg, making him pause before responding, ‘Repeat and elaborate.’ ‘Zahar isn’t a… how do I say this… a genesis of usual chemicals. It’s synthesized with the combination of brodifacoum, difenacoum, bromadiolone, and flocoumafen - all of which had been listed in your request. So the synthesis starts with ten milliliters of br—’ ‘Skip the process, Nash.’ ‘Right. In essence, those four are lethal on their own. Zahar can be easily made using these by anyone who knows how to operate the Internet.’

*************** Thirty minutes later, I finish recounting the entire ordeal of how my pack was wiped in a night due to wolfsbane and sliver poisoning. Everywhere is quiet. Everyone is too. And for a moment, I have my hopes high, that they have finally believe me, and that this pack is going to help avenge my pack! But I am wrong!!. "You said, the tequila was poisoned with Aconitum napellus wolfsbane, a very toxic and most deadliest wolfsbane and everyone drank out of it including you. How come you're still alive?" The Alpha asks, with his hands cross on his chest, looking at me sternly, with suspicion.