Grave Glovewort 5 Novels & Stories

Not the graves part, but the slinking around. As the chanting grew louder, the witches began to raise their hands, keeping their palms facing the sky. The ground around Rose's grave began to take on an eerie bluish-white glow, pulsing like a heartbeat, as the glow began to rise into the air. Rhychard continued to stare as the glow spread, stretching itself out over the grave as if it were reaching out to each of the witches. The square glow began to stretch, elongating into long thin threads of pulsing light as it reached for each of the people gathered around the grave, like arms reaching for a loved one. The witches opened their eyes, spreading their arms out wide, opening themselves up to

Finally, Joren reaches inside his cloak and withdraws a small object wrapped carefully in dark cloth. He holds it out to me. “This is all I could acquire,” he says quietly. “It is pure and concentrated. Enough to kill within minutes.” I unwrap it slowly. The vial is small, no bigger than my thumb, filled with a clear liquid that catches the dawn light without revealing itself. Innocent and deceptive. “Wolfsbane,” Joren continues. “Distilled beyond anything used in warfare. One dose is enough to kill even—” “I know,” I say.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“It takes ten days for an occulence curse to resolve with treatment, and after that, a single hunter berry per month on the full moon will prevent the afflicted from turning back into a rogue when they shift.” “Very good.” Cleo smiles, her eyes meeting mine as she opens a jar of something sticky and rather stinky. Stems coated in a silver, pungent oil drop into my palm. “Silvervain.” “Good.” Another jar opens. “Severfell.” “Good. And this?” I sniff deeply, the smell coating and briefly numbing my nose. “Wolfsbane, of course.” She grins. “Gotta be careful with that one.”

With every drawing of the instructions, they glowed with an ominous light, and they seemed to roar. With a fierce swing, she struck the ground with her staff. Endless jagged rocks summoned by the inscription erupted and hurled at Wyatt and Asher with lethal precision. The duo growled and expertly swung their fists at the rocks with accurate precision, shattering them into pieces. That chance was more than enough for Lorelei to catch her breath. Before any of them could react, Lorelei took out a small white gourd from her patch; the strong rustic scent of intertwined wolfsbane and silver mixture wafted from the gourd lid and pervaded the atmosphere.

And I believed him Even if part of me still wondered If I could keep them safe from me --- But just before dawn, as the sky began to gray, the sigil on my arm flared once more Not gold Not black But violet A blend of both And I heard it A voice that wasn’t mine, wasn’t hers New Unclaimed Elixir, it whispered, you are no longer gate or flame You are becoming something else entirely I opened my eyes And the stars above the Grove blinked out One by one The stars didn’t flicker—they vanished One by one, pinpricks of light were swallowed by an invisible veil above the Grove. There was no wind. No sound. Just the cold hush of something watching from beyond what eyes could see

Lester. Lester repeatedly offered praise. He acknowledged the greatness of the MR-25. You see, the chemical element Glorisium only exists in the city of Gloriston and will never be found anywhere else in the world. Currently Glorisium only exists in a very large area belonging to the Rock Family.

Weapon: Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Epic Weapon Requirements: +25 Dex, Attack: 70-95 +5% chance of bind +5% chance of poison, dealing 3% of the target's max health as true damage for 5 seconds. Effect stacks 5 times. (Only if the glove itself hits the target) +5% chance of bleed, dealing 2% of the target's max health as true damage for 5 seconds. Effect stacks 5 times. (Increases to 15% if the target is bound)

ALDRIAN WINDSOR’S POV – The air was thick. Not with mist, not with fog, but with pure, suffocating evil. We had reached the center of the cursed grove after days of blood, sweat, and arguments that made me regret not marrying a tree instead of Lana. The clearing pulsed with unnatural life — vines moved like snakes, eyes blinked in bark, and the sky above seemed to rot. In the middle stood Florence, the High Witch of the Coven of Witherthorn, draped in obsidian robes that shimmered with veins of red.