Auntie Ethel Potions Novels & Stories

I guess being here in Crestbane, away from them for years, was all they needed to forgive her for bringing a powerful lord of Velthra into the world… the Vel Morin who they are prohibited from killing because of the possible repercussions. Elyraeth’s face lights up as she giggles and trails to one of the shelves in the room. I grind my teeth and resist fighting. The more I fight, the more they'll continue to threaten Bethany. Resigning myself to the fact that I'll have to be parted from her out of necessity, at least for a couple of days, I sigh internally. Elyraeth returns with a wickedly sharp knife and a vial of brightly glowing liquid. My muscles tense as I recognize it. Ormbre Tar. A po

Heavy as stone. He reached for her through the blood-bond, straining for the familiar hum of her presence—only void answered. Utter, absolute silence. The Day Lena Left Before my departure, one final task remained: brewing the Vervain potion—the only thing capable of severing my bond with Ethan. I lifted the clay bowl. Inside, the deep violet liquid swirled, infused with a single drop of Ethan’s blood which I had saved within the hidden clasp of my wedding band.

Once there, I finally got around to doing the work I have been pushing back. I was taking a break when Thane’s father emerged through the door of my office. “ You slutty woman, what kind of spell did you put on my son? Uh?!” Slapping his hand on the desk loudly, making me jump out of the chair. It took me a second to get my bearings right before I sat back down and said, “ The spell of love, the spell of strength, take your pick,” I told him. “ More like the spell of lust, “ He grumped under his breath, eyes fixated on me

She gasp and take my hand in hers and cure it immediately chanting a spell. “I was dreaming about my Ethan”, she tells dreamily making me slap her hand off my now cured one. Ethan? now who is this?, I ask her annoyed rolling my eyes. She hold her heart dramatically and gasp “he is prince of hell....., king of my dreams”, she tells blushing making me scoff. “Whatever, send this flowers now am going to sleep”, I tell her handing red roses to her. “Are you sure, these are red... made if your blood”, she asks frowning.