Novel & Cerita Auntie Ethel Potions

Aesthelia's worry is reduced. "Oh, it's here." "Thank you, Miss. " Elliot, he said as he received the book and something that looked like a potion from Merideth's hand. Plus, their scents were covered by an antidote/potion. Elliot, who had been studying it for one whole night after he met Aesthelia, found He almost completed it and left his research study in his room.

Edgar took the small glass bottle in hand that is filled with black liquid. "Just like its appearance." Ethan added as he gazed at the bottle that made Azazel nodded his head. "Though, it is poisonous." "... Poisonous?" "When you drop a single liquid to your weapon, the metallic silver will turned black and it will be poisonous to your enemy." Both widened their eyes in amazement. "A single slice could end someone's life." "That's cool." Ethan was really interested in potions especially if it was Verena who made it. Both of them finally realized that they are at the right side. They have followed strong and wise people. Now, they are no longer obeying the Imperial Family like the Imperial do

When I scream, she puts her hand over my mouth to silence me. “Hush child. We must be quiet. I have to save you. I need to perform a small spell on you, it’ll remove your memories of who you are until I can make you safe again,” Aunt Dorothy says urgently. Aunt Dorothy places an empty sage bowl from her bag onto the ground directly in front of her. She places some rosemary on the bottom of the bowl. She then lights a stick of sage and, without blowing out the flame, chants the following words.

What was funny? “She’s alive.” My heart stopped. I glanced at my mum. “He's hallucinating,” she said plainly. “Get me my bag.” I pulled it out from the corner. “Careful,”she snapped when I mistakenly hit it across the log that served as a stool. She carefully emptied it's content on the ground. My eyes widened when she brought out a little vial. My breath caught. “Is… is that what I think it is?” I recognized that vial anywhere. It belonged to my grandmother. “Tears of the moon,” she called it. She used it on very rare occasions. A potion so potent it could heal a dying wolf.

Several flies buzzed over, drawn by the scent, circling as they searched for a place to land on the curled figure inside. "Get away! Get away from her!" It was as if a nerve had snapped. Dad suddenly jolted upright, his eyes bloodshot as he waved his arms frantically, trying to drive the flies away. His movements were frantic and desperate, a futile attempt to ward off a reality that could never be undone. Mom, who stood closest, didn't retch. Instead, it was as if her soul had been hollowed out, leaving her rooted to the spot. Her eyes widened as she stared at the small, misshapen figure inside the suitcase.

“I have been so worried about you,” Aunt Aurora said, running her hands down my shoulder. “I made something.” She said moving towards the table, she picked up a necklace with a tiny rock and placed it in my palms. “We can converse through this, your mother made one for me and herself before…” I nodded and tucked it inside the inner pocket of the coat. “Have you found her?” I asked, referring to the witch who had made the anthurium potion. Aunt Aurora’s expression turned somber.

It was a white little pill. “Open up your mouth and take this please...” she cautiously brought it to his mouth and let him chew it for a while longer. “What was that?” Ethan asked curiously while chewing it obediently like an innocent child. Izzabelle waved her gloved-covered hand and snorted, “...just a small antidote for some aphrodisiac drugs.” She had already detected the old witch’s plan. Just like what the latter had done both to their fathers a long time ago just to achieve her goal. She wouldn’t let her succeed on her devious plans! Not under her watch!

I cried out, opening my eyes. Aunt Doreen immediately reached out to me, her face filled with joy. She quickly brought out the bluish potion, pouring everything in my mouth. Unlike Old man Silvarum potion which was as bitter as Neelam leaves, the sweetness traveled down my whole body, healing me instantly from all the pains. After I felt the pain relieving me, I grinned at my uncle who had a scowl on his face. It was like he was telling me it wasn't over yet!

I was so excited I couldn't sleep that night. He waited a day, two days, even a whole week, but the toy never appeared. That night, when Ethan came home empty-handed once again, Theo finally broke down. He ran to his room and cried quietly under the covers. Ethan didn't notice a thing. He handed me a pouch of herbs and spoke with a smile. "Cheryl, could you help me mix this into a tonic? I need it by tomorrow." I took one look and instantly recognized that it was a supplement for a pregnant she-wolf.

"Zeph, can you bring me the books of magic spells that I have? Zair, could you pick up some of the assorted potion ingredients I keep in the storeroom? Then, Zach, can you bring me the tools for making potions that I often use in my study? While you are gone, I will try to maintain Auntie's condition by channeling my magic." I grasped my husband's hands. "I beg you. Please help me," I pleaded in a hoarse voice. They looked at me intently. Each of them gave me a gentle touch to win me over before finally nodding. "We'll be back soon," Zephyr said. Without wasting much time, I rushed into the room, which was one of the largest rooms in the castle. I closed the door tightly with my back and the