Fantasy Potions Novels & Stories

She signaled to Faina to stepped closer, "an impossium is an imaging potion, allowing you to take the form of whoever you desire." Elma lifted a bottle, within it were purple liquids, "its main element is mercury, main critter: a peanut head bug, and its main ingredients are, the tip of a clover weed purslane, ground ivy, a moth, bubbleroot, mallow weed and centipede legs." She handed Faina the bottle, "before you drink it, look into the eyes of the witch you wish to take the form of."

"Legacy bolsters potions links coordinate wise use echoes tempt wise resist?" Alexander prowled holo circle alpha command storm assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies call probe tonight voluntary bind amplifies unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank howl distractions. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary. Lira guide branches warn tempts visions clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist. Signal violet retreat unity forges new."

The only problem is, once you start him, it's hard to stop the demon. The Guide to Potions of Nature, a book of potions I got for my birthday from Daisy since I myself, is not really the best, yet my mind wasn’t focused at the back of my wings thinking about how Zander was before. But I shook it off, knowing that any distractions can make the whole spell turn bad. As I waves my hand raised my hand over the pot, I said: To be little Short as a sprout Rise up above the ground Up to a foot, maybe two

"Mother Lelyah, I have finished." "Wonderful, now taste it." Wait, what? "You have to make sure if potion is working as intended. That is, if you are sure you have finished." Mother Lelyah said as if she could see my hesitation. If we were still in Japan, the fact that I could not taste my potion as if it was just some tea would not even be surprising. I am working on a relaxing potion as part of my studies, a potion often used to anesthetize. If it came out right, it should alleviate all stress and pain on my body, but if I made even the slightest mistake, I could end up dead or terribly ill for the rest of the week.

She looks exhausted. Mom is leaning over her shoulder, pointing at a page. “This one is a basic cleansing spell. It clears negative energy and stabilizes your aura. You’ll need it before you attempt anything more advanced.” Raven nods, rubbing her temples. “Okay. And the potion?” “That’s a focus draught,” Mom says. “It sharpens your senses. Helps you channel magic without overwhelming yourself.” Raven sighs. “There’s so much. I don’t know how I’m supposed to learn all this fast enough.”

Potions had a small distillery area; totems had a large cupboard of various bottles and boxes that were all labelled very carefully with tools on the bench nearby. There’s a huge bookcase, full to overflowing with various books, which he assumes would be spell books and grimoires and so on. The floor is more flagstones, the walls are also stone, but are also covered in various tools, implements and other things that he didn’t have the words for. Merlin brings them over to a large table in the more open space in the middle of the room, and grabs a large scroll from under the table and unfurls it onto the table.

But if she wanted to picture me hunched over a bubbling cauldron in the dark, who was I to ruin the fantasy? A few tight chuckles. One man made a sound like he’d choked on his wine. Another raised a goblet. “Is it true you once sold love potions?” I kept my voice even. “Healing potions. And no, not love potions. That would be illegal.” “Ah,” He said, smirking. “Of course.” The Queen said nothing. She simply sipped her wine and watched. “Still,” Someone else added, voice syrupy sweet, “how wonderful to rise so high from so little. You’ve already inspired half the common girls in the lower rings. I believe they’re calling you the potion bride.”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

The couches still huddled the corner, but the rack of sex toys was now replaced with books of witchcraft, herbs and crystals, along with my own personal journal. The wall that once held a large X suspension rake was now filled with a large shelf of herbs, ingredients and tools for potions making and spell casting. Gabriel's fingers travelled the top shelf, just low enough for me to reach the back, meaning he had to lean forward slightly to see the labelled bottles. "You found fairydust?" He asked, his voice pitched with surprise as he pulled out a small vial filled with opalescent powder. I shrugged, going around the table with my back to the wall so I could see him as I worked. "Some."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.