Auntie Ethel Potions Novels & Stories

And since this place was filled with the spirits of the elder witches, it would be a perfect spot to do the spell. We laid Elspeth’s body just in the middle of the cemetery as Aunt motioned us to step away. Aunt Odessa then entered the mausoleum and we all stood, side by side, away from Elspeth’s body, while Giofré was still on Lucas’s shoulder. “I feel nauseous,” Agatha said, placing a hand on her forehead. “And my stomach is killing me because I haven’t eaten anything.” “Can you still hold up?” I asked and watched as Aunt Odessa came out of the mausoleum with some candles in her hand and a bottle.

He gave us the clothes and we covered our bodies. "Crush them so we can get their juice." He said as he started grinding the herbs with two stones. We both squeezed all the juice out of the cherries. Ethan came back and mixed the essences of the herbs in the juice. He dipped his index finger in the juice and started reciting a spell while moving his finger in a circular motion. He then gave me the bowl that had juice.

"Then send the whole family there to work off their debt. Five million dollars, calculated at a miner's wages, should be enough to keep them working for the rest of their lives." My expression turned cold as I continued, "As for Rex-" He broke my finger, forced liquor down my throat, and almost sent me away to that underground arena. "What do you plan to do with him?" Aunt Carmelia asked. I fell silent for a moment. "Aunt Carmelia, you always said you hate betrayal more than anything." Aunt Carmelia nodded. "Rex touching you was a betrayal of me." "Then handle it according to the rules," I replied, closing my eyes. "I don't want to see him again."

Ethan didn't really agree every time he heard Emily say 'curse' which was actually a talent, but the young man didn't want to argue about it. "A special potion containing clear chrysanthemums will take away your hearing sensitivity. At least for now that's all I know," Ethan said finally. Emily turned around with enthusiasm on her face. "Will I be able to get my hands on that potion soon?" she asked hopefully. Ethan thought for a moment then replied, "Clear chrysanthemums only grow in spring at the foot of Mount Namika. And the other ingredients of the potion, such as the woody roots of special plants, are difficult to collect in winter."

Three Hours Earlier Paaa! A resounding sound shattered the tense silence in the vast living room of the Algernon Mansion. Sophie’s head snapped to the side from the force of her mother’s slap, a sharp sting blooming across her cheek. Gasps erupted from her grandmother, cousin, and Aunt Wally as the sound echoed through the grand space. Her fingers trembled as she pressed them against her burning skin. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet her mother’s—eyes once filled with pride and warmth now brimming with pain and disappointment.

she mutters as an ominous green light glows from the cauldron as she puts in some more herbs. “What are you doing?” I demand tired of all this nonsense. She looks up at me, tilting her head to the side. “You are late, time is short,” she mutters before looking up at Ethan and lowering him towards the cauldron. He wrestles in his binds, but I step forward as she grabs a knife and cuts some of his curls and fingernails, dropping them into the potion. The glow illuminated the rundown space to the point it looks like mould or a slim is coating the walls.

But when I heard Draya enter the banquet hall sounding like she was the most satisfied woman on the planet, I downed as much as I could before I felt the burning sensation of the hairs growing on my chest. “Ugh!” I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “What the fuck is that?” Aunt Judy let out an evil laugh like Ursula from The Little Mermaid and said, “That right there is my special potion. It’s gon’ make you brave, tough, and friendly with Monty like you oughta be. Now get out there and act like you don’t know nothing about what’s going on. I got a lil trick up my sleeve that’s gon’ give you some closure.”

The ancient process she used is called Saothar Forsa Beatha and her beloved plants are key for her success. Mrs. Belfry spooned a bit of the bubbling potion from the cauldron and carefully poured it into a vial. She then removed a small pouch of powder from the pocket of her robe, reached inside, and added a pinch to the potion. Once she corked the vial, she shook it vigorously and put both vial and pouch back into her pocket. “Meow?” asked Renfield. “Well of course I remembered. It’s the most important ingredient. This isn’t my first broom ride you know.”

George whispers, “Those potions Cathy gave you for her, you still got them?” Nate grimaces and nods, “Shit, yeah.” He goes to his stuff and finds the three small bottles. While George carefully wakes Celine up again, she moans and rubs at her face, “I’m sorry, Baby. There are some potions Cathy gave us for you to have when you were awake again, and I completely forgot about them till now.” She nods and holds out her hands for them. She downs them all quickly, she shudders and rubs her tongue against her teeth to get rid of the taste.

Nostalgia hit her hard. She tossed a fist-sized gourd of wine toward Uncle Tubbs. "Let's go. Don't disturb Uncle's nap." She and Faye grabbed the pastries and left without looking back. Uncle Tubbs popped the cork on the gourd. Instantly, a rich, potent aroma filled the kitchen. Legend had it that the Drunken Hermit of the North only brewed one type of liquor—*Elysian Nectar*. He only made two ounces every ten years. It went to the highest bidder.