Auntie Ethel Potions Novels & Stories

Dad’s smile was tight. “Bringing a sack of roselle seeds to cultivate in the Ethereal Hunters is an alternative if you’re not interested in having breakfast inside. You can transform them into a potion,” Dad said. “Ah, I see you’re tending to that plant again, Dad?” I inquired. “Yes, I agree,” he said, gesturing emphatically. “Don’t our warriors need plenty of herbs to sustain them?” Dad gave a mischievous wink, his eyebrows rising slightly.

"Not anymore Auntie, I also told Mama that I'm going home today." "He's fine, be careful when you go home, right? Just say hello to your Grandma," said Mama. "Alright," Ethan smiled and before he turned his back on Mama, she spoke again. "Auntie, when you give Lily medicine, crush it. It's very fine, then put it in a glass and add a little water before you give it to her. You know that, she can't swallow a whole medicine pill," he said with a laugh that made Mama laugh as well.

Realizing that, Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a potion. He didn't waste his access to the self-defence potion he produced as an Alchemist–for what he held in his hand right now was an explosive potion. Ezekiel certainly did not remain silent and just received the potential attack. Before Ethan could throw the explosive at him, he lifted the man higher and threw him far away. The young duke certainly didn't miss the opportunity and directly threw the potion at Ezekiel as he was flung through the air. And just as he expected, an explosion occurred.

She had been in her shoes and knew exactly what she was going through. Mrs. Ethel received the rack of vials that had been brought along by the butler. “Bring him over here,” Mrs. Ethel snatched one of the bottles from the rack and ordered, "And take off the tape around his mouth." She stepped over to the man and uncorked it. She took a step back after placing a few drops on the man's tongue. The man began to stir and became increasingly afraid of the gathering that had collected around him. Mrs. Ethel halted him just as he was about to exercise his lungs.

“Come to, Raven. It’s time to stir the stew.” Raven’s eyes fluttered. “Mama? Is it you? Am I dreaming?” She felt weak but this was unlike a dream. Her mama’s arms felt solid and warm. A haze blurred her vision. Exhaustion fell heavily upon her steps. Entering the cabin, Alexandre gently laid her daughter to bed and walked across the room to the kitchen area. Here she pulled herbs down from the cabinets and began to prepare for the elixir to be made. “Madam, I must speak with you in person. The Elder Lord requires a potion for a spell.”

"I could understand if even half of that 600 grand had been spent on Paisley. But you've only spent 38 grand on her for seven whole years? Cam spends more than that in a single year! "You're not stupid. Instead, you're incredibly cunning. You and your daughter lived well, eating and drinking comfortably while making Paisley serve you like a maid. "It's certainly not stupidity. It's greed. And that amount of greed just terrifies me." Uncle Randy's voice was hoarse as his anger grew. He was practically shaking when Aunt Athena stepped in to calm him down. Even so, Aunt Athena wasn't there to defend Aunt Leah. She gave me a look of sympathy before turning her icy glare toward Aunt Leah. "We won

We were right behind a bar, after all… I pocketed the phone and picked up a small vial that still contained a small amount of liquid. “This is Aion,” I explained, holding it up to the struggling man, fighting against the wariness that weighed him down. “It’s a potent elixir made by witches. And unlike all those other poisons like wolfsbane and arsenic, it doesn’t show up on a toxicology report. Only another witch can detect it.”

“Dungeon chains, I’d wager. Nasty stuff.” “Poison?” My nails bit into my palms as I clenched my fists . God! This is the second time. Who could have done this? Thalia’s work, no doubt. Who else was our enemy in this academy? That snake. “Can you fix her?” Lila raised a bushy brow, smirking. “Fix? I’m no blacksmith, girl. But I’ve got potions to flush it out.” She dug in her satchel, pulling out a purple vial. “Drink this, child. It tastes like pond scum, but it’ll help.”

I knelt before Lily and calmly explained: "Sweetie, you can't call him Daddy anymore. You'll have to call him Uncle Ethan from now on, okay?" Ethan froze. He knew that for the past six months, I had stayed largely because Lily didn't want to leave her father. He searched my eyes for any sign of resentment or pain. But he found none. A child can't understand such complex situations. Lily's small face turned red with tears. I hurried to lead her out, but Victoria's voice stopped us. "Sister Autumn, my morning sickness has been terrible. I need a rare healing amethyst, and Ethan has been searching for days without success. I just learned you happen to have one!"

She held it between two fingers. “This,” she said. I walked closer and stared at the liquid inside. “What is it called?” Sapphire smiled slowly.“It’s called Morveth Draught.” I frowned slightly. “I’ve never heard of that.” “Of course you haven’t,” she said calmly. “Very few people have. It’s an old poison used by witches a long time ago. It has no smell, no taste, and it works slowly. At first the person just feels weak, then their body begins to shut down little by little.”