Fantasy Potions Novels & Stories

Her voice grows irritable as she says, “I can’t believe he’s kept Penelope all these years and that no one knows about it. He’s doing this all out of greed and obsession. But those are powerful things on someone’s soul. He has Penelope and he will not want to lose her, no matter what.” She points to different potions as she says, “That’s why I’m giving you guys these. This one will hide your scent, this one causes a puff of smoke if you need to get away, this one enhances your healing, this one you have to be ultra careful with. This one can immobilize your opponent temporarily, but make sure not to smell it or get it on you or you’ll be rendered useless just like your opponent!” I hug her a

the teen suggested as she had no use of the potions, they were too many for her. “Okay, as long as they aren’t deadly, I can get some,” Juan agreed since there was no harm in doing so. The little girl found a bag from nowhere and began to put the bottles one by one and telling her the names and what they were used for. She had love potions, healing potions, insect repelling powders, and many others she just couldn’t get. After receiving a lot from her, Juan wasn’t stingy so she took out some water for her and some of that produce.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

There was a small, seemingly soft bed with white bed sheet laid over it, whereas two candles on an oblong table were the only source of light in the room. Four large pots respectively containing Peonies, Roses, white Lilies and Freesias stood at the four corners of the space, their heady, sweet and floral mingling fragrance that soothed the room with ventilation. A smaller pot of Peony sat on the table alongside potion vials of several-colored potions and a few apothecary Jars. Looking under the table, there were two water-filled ceramics Jars, a wooden mortar-pestle and a long-handle mahogany spoon leaning against the wall beside a portable cauldron.

We needed to find a gifted potions master, then before I knew what I was saying all the ingredients I needed to make a healing potion appeared in the back of my mind along with the correct way to mix them, I knew I could help her. “Do you have, adders’ tongue, dandelion root, golden seal, black sand, blessed graveyard dirt, and glowstone clay?” I asked my mother “Yes, but w…” she stopped suddenly and just stared at me when realisation hit her “you’re a potion master” it wasn’t a question but acknowledgment of my new found gift “oh Zeke, I’m so proud of you, that’s a rare gift, paired with the fire element is even rarer still, it is normally paired with earth”

He quickly opened the door. He heard a bell ringing as soon as he opened it. His mouth fell wide open, and his eyes glowed with excitement. It was huge inside. It was bigger then the castle back home. The place was like a market area of its own, all dedicated for potions. There was section to sell potions of all kinds and even herds and other ingredients to brew potions. There were tools to brew potions in another section. There was a massive library dedicated to herbalism and potions. “How may I help you, hi-hi-hi?” Said a sore voice and someone patted on Silver's shoulder from behind.

As soon as she arrived at her little hut, the old woman set up a large iron cauldron on top of burning firewood. “The woman poured water into the container, waited for it to boil, then put in one by one the ingredients that had been taken from the forest. She also added a few sticks of cinnamon and didn't forget one special ingredient whose existence nobody knew about. The magic substance was in the form of powder, silvery yellow, and very shiny. Rainbow steam comes out when the woman sprinkles it, then dissolves again when stirred. She continued to stir with his mouth muttering the material. Then she took a jar of special clay, as a container for the magic potion. Every day, the ingredients

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

It was so powerful that he did not even notice it! Megan smiled widely. She took an exquisite jade flask as she looked at Ambrose. Then, she said proudly, “Your Highness, I know your strength. You would have found out if it were any ordinary poison. So, I used a magical potion called the Scattered Energy Pill. The Scattered Energy Pill was one of the world’s most magical poison. It had only appeared in the myth! The victim’s internal energy would vanish into thin air; they would not be able to use it at all—it was just like its name.

“No more open fires and oversized cauldrons. Now it’s non-stick cookware over gas flames.” His grin was bright. “Convenient.” She began to add the spell ingredients. “Burdock root and milk thistle, dandelion for purging, cypress and wormwood for binding, vervain, basil, lavender, mugwort to consecrate.” She added a sprinkle of powdered mer scale. “Mer for the tide. Fairy dust for air. Hair of dryad for earth. And strands of a phoenix feather for fire,” she added at barely a murmur, distracted by the feeling of power building in the potion.