Goblin Serum Novels & Stories

(Reporter) "Monopoly?….no, VH-Serum is my brainchild….the effects of this serum were not simple, and I only trust my company which, I already make sure that they will handle the serum as I was supposed to…I made this to improved OUR state of life..and as long as I'm alive, it will stay that way….".

“Disproved? Then… what turned him into that… monster?” Councilor Darion looked to the school head, who gave a slow nod. “We found traces of a forbidden compound in his blood,” Aldric said. “A drug long since banned, one designed during the Wyrmblood Wars. It's called Fenrys Serum.” Liam stepped forward. “That’s impossible. Fenrys Serum was destroyed decades ago. Its formula wiped clean from every archive.” “Supposedly,” the school head said. “Yet this wolf had a synthetic version of it coursing through his veins. Not just a faint trace. A full dose.”

"With Andrea's blood and brain electricity, we can create a serum that enhances human capabilities. But we must be cautious. The dosage and application require precise calibration." The Archons' leader nodded, intrigued by Erebus's suggestion. "Go on. What do you propose?" Erebus's digital voice was calculated. "We can use the serum to amplify cognitive functions, granting the subjects enhanced strength, agility, and intelligence. However, there's a risk of unpredictable side effects. We'll need to monitor the subjects closely." The Archons' leader considered Erebus's words, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. "Very well. Proceed with the serum's development. We'll take the ne

Both men enjoyed every second of that bonding. Jon was very curious about their slingshots. They were deadly and quiet. It was a weapon made for goblins during the war. The elastic part was made of the intestines of a rare species of fish that lived only in goblin lakes and gave the bullet tremendous speed with almost no sound. The Y-shaped handle was made of detar wood, which had an extreme ability to bend. Above the hilt were holes in which the bullets were held, and a skilled warrior could fire five or six bullets in a rapid sequence before he had to refill the holes with new bullets. But the deadliest part of the weapon was the bullet itself. Deep in the goblin lakes was an unusual type

I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Oh, poor sweet soul! You will be gagging out a whole lot of blood when I'm done with you." He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Not under my watch," Suzy screamed into the air and lept onto the warlock. I jumped on him and seize his hands in case he tries to attempt magic. Suzy began to whisper incantations and the warlock screamed in discomfort and turned ashen. He was covered in sweat so I'm guessing Suzy was boiling his blood till he combusted.

he hissed, stepping toward me, “then you’ll become my weapon instead.” I froze, dread coiling in my stomach as he reached for another syringe—this one filled with a dark yellow liquid that seemed to pulse and writhe as though alive. “This,” he said, holding it up with reverence, “The Forsaken Serum. Say hello to your new life of a beast of pure destruction, with no will, no humanity. Just endless rage and hunger. And when I send you back to your precious Finn, you’ll tear him apart with your own claws.”

He must have noticed the impatience in Devon’s eyes. “Anyway,” Kinsington continues. “None of want to do any of this shit. I don’t even know why the fuck the Pures care what wolves do. I sure as hell don’t. Since way back when, some people have been giving us something we call serum. You saw me try to unleash it. It goes in a vessel and once combined, it’s a pretty powerful weapon.” “I’m familiar with it,” Devon says coldly.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

When we finished it was well past eleven, but we had plenty to show for it. As I surveyed our handiwork, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Rows of vials and bottles lined the kitchen table, each filled with a different concoction designed to both annoy and inflict pain. The first row gleamed with a crimson and orange liquid that seemed to dance and swirl of its own accord. Nicholas’s Fyre serum could burn through metal, which meant demon flesh should be nothing. Those were only to be used as a last resort since only Ysenia’s Elixir could extinguish the flames.

I worked through the night, losing myself in the familiar rhythm of experimentation. Under the microscope, fluorescent blue werewolf serum intertwined with herbal reagents, spinning into spiral light patterns in the centrifuge tubes as I carefully documented each reaction. When dawn broke, I had successfully developed a new werewolf power enhancement potion that could increase a Beta warrior's strength by 50% for short periods without any of the usual side effects of strength serums. The vibrant cobalt liquid glowed faintly in its vial, representing breakthrough healing science.