Floo Powder Novels & Stories

“Son of a—” Shit. I could feel something stirring in me. What did he do to me? “What did you do to me?” I tried to shout but it came out as a whisper. My legs were shaking, I held the wall for support. “That powder? What’s in it?” I asked. He didn’t respond. “Answer me!!” I demanded again. He smirked. “Firebloom pollen.” My stomach dropped. A rare aphrodisiac used by nobles. “You insane bastard.” I took a step towards him, but my knees gave out.

The cloud hit me before I even registered what it was. A dense, billowing burst of fine white powder exploded outward from the top shelf, catching me full in the face, flooding my nose and mouth and the back of my throat in the single breath I'd happened to take at exactly the wrong moment. Chalk dust, or flour, or something close — it didn't matter what it was. What mattered was that it was everywhere, and I had just inhaled it. The reaction was immediate and merciless.

The clear powder inside sparkled on the surface of the puff. “Deodorant powder,” he explained in response to her puzzled expression. “The toothpaste and brush you know. The tube full of amber beads is soap for your body and hair. In the silver pot is lotion, in the bronze, repellent.” “Repellant?” She studied the small pot askance. Only a man would consider bug repellent an essential toiletry. However, it was the final item in the bag that defied her imagination. It looked something like an elongated, miniature plunger with a short rubber handle.

Whether it was fear or a desperate rebellion against fate, he wasn't sure. "We'll use illusion powder," he concluded. Illusion powder, also known as poisonous mushroom powder, was deadly in large doses. But if used carefully, it could induce discomfort, nausea, or hallucinations. With the right medical attention, those affected would recover.

The smell inside was heavy with crushed leaves and ground roots. “Do you have moonflower powder?” I asked the old man behind the counter. He studied me for a moment, then turned to fetch a small clay jar. I handed over the money, my hand already twitching to move faster. By the time we regrouped at the inn, the sun was fully up. We cleared the kitchen table, spreading out the ingredients, Lily’s Bloom, moonflower powder, ground silverleaf, and a vial of morning dew Emily had somehow managed to get from the wellspring.

I requested an immediate freeze on all procedures. I wanted to see who exactly dared to steal my property right under my nose without my permission. … The next day, I drove to my mother's house ahead of time and hired a locksmith to replace every lock with a fingerprint system that only I could open. After that, I returned to my car and quietly waited for their so-called housewarming party to begin. Before long, the private courtyard was filled with elegant flowers and delicate desserts. A towering champagne pyramid stood prominently in front of the fountain.

Holly then signalled for Charles to join them and all three made their way into the lab. "Boss, Victoria just placed a bug mic in the lab. We can listen in now." reported Ivy. From both sides of the lab, the Phoenix Mafia listened in to the conversation taking place. Keith, Nathan and Victoria disguised and inside the lab, while Charles, Henry and Holly were positioned just outside the lab. "So, what is this powdered substance? What does it do?" asked a woman, supposedly a buyer of the powdered poison. "This is powdered c****de. Lethal to the human body. It can be dissolved easily in any liquids, from water to beer, from commercial soft drinks to all types to alcohols." replied the lead scie

Florence said and waved her hands at him. Then she bent down and said, "Right now, all I have to do is close the hole with these leaves and wood pieces, so even if there is a slim chance for you to escape from there, it will block that path. Ahh... yes... Wolf's bane... How could I forget that?" She muttered and took a bottle that contained purple-colored powder from inside her pocket. "Do you know when a hunter tries to lure the wolf into their trap, they use this on fresh meat so that they could catch one easily," Florence explained to him and shook the bottle in front of him.

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

I take in a fresh breath of air, loving how clean the oxygen feels up here. Living away from the mountains has been dirtier than I thought, the air down there just feels thick, like it’s full of peoples hot breath and dirty pollution but up here, it’s thin and it smells clean. Corbin unwraps a granola bar halfway and hands it to me. “Thank you,” I tell him as I take it out of his hands. It has dark chocolate, almonds, peanutes, and I can see the sweet sheen of honey. This is going to be a good treat!