Healing Potion Xxi Novels & Stories

"Of course I will never hesitate to kill you with my own damn hands. That's going to happen if you do not heal me and Cindy. So stop wasting my damn time and do it already. Do you understand that huh? I hate being on this condition for a long time. I need to make my revenge as early as now." "I no longer make potions to heal wounds. But I do make other potions. As a matter of fact, it has been a very long time since the last healing potion I created-" "Then you have to create a new one. And make it as fast as you can." "The herbal to be used in making healing potion can only be found on the mountain of Gilgamesh. Just arriving there would probably take some time. And the plant was hard to fi

With a troubled look on his face, Wollongong said, “I really don’t know.” James took out the elixir given by Emperor Jabari, handed it to him, and said, “I know you were injured at Mount Baidi, and that the injuries were severe. If you don’t treat them, you might die. “This is a healing elixir. It can heal your injuries.” Wollongong accepted it curiously. He opened the bottle. There was a golden pill the size of a grape. Some mystical inscriptions were depicted on it. The inscriptions were flowing around. It was enigmatic.

He handed the elixir to Xavier. The elixir—a mystical, shimmering liquid potion, often stored in a glowing bottle, with a radiant color and an ethereal aura, promising magical or rejuvenating properties. It was one of the rarest gems in the universe and can heal, grant immortality and unlock powers. Xavier smiled holding up the elixir up to his face, the search was complete. This was the last item needed to get the keys and awaken the dark witch, he kept it away into his hidden pocket in his cloak.

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

His heard muscles were covered in angry gashes. Haydn drank the wound-healing potion, waiting for his injuries to mend. Strangely, the wounds were healing very slowly. There were two main types of potions for treating wounds, the basic blue version for minor injuries and the upgraded green version for severe injuries. Haydn had taken the green potion, which should have shown significant signs of healing. However, contrary to expectations, his wounds were healing at an unusually slow pace. "Oh, Haydn, your wounds have stopped healing, and they're bleeding again." I frantically covered the wound with gauze to wipe away the blood.

She’s been walking around telling everyone Alpha Hunter is her mate; it would be some kind of cosmic joke if she got the handsome but untrustworthy Lucas as her mate. “So you think an enforcer doesn’t need to know about this stuff?” Starling answers his question with a question; she turns to the table and picks up a fat bottle with a black stopper, the liquid inside is a deep blue with flecks of brown and green. I’ve seen it before, and I know every enforcer needs a potion like that on them all the time, when they get hurt, healers aren’t always nearby, and sometimes the injuries are too bad for the wolves to heal them. Our sparring teacher probably used this potion when he was injured, whic

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

A-grade healing potion. The real deal. Spark’s eyes went wide. In the Game, you lived and died by your supplies. Every player stocked healing items—for injuries, for exhaustion, for that one desperate chance to survive. The C-grade sludge she’d choked down earlier was her usual budget option. What Liam had just handed her was liquid gold. This was top-shelf. The kind of potion that cost more points than she made in a dozen Instances. The kind normal players could only dream of.

“I’m alive." Kaelen snorted softly from the wall. “Barely.” Alex shot him a look, while I weakly glared at him. The healer uncorked a small dark bottle and handed it to me carefully. “Drink.” The smell alone almost made me gag. “What is that?" “A healing potion," the healer mentioned. “It tastes unpleasant but it is necessary to keep you alive.” The healer added. I sighed weakly and swallowed it anyway. The liquid burned all the way down my throat. The seer stepped forward then.

After my physical examination, I'm about to leave the pack infirmary located in my cousin's territory when a heavily made-up healer suddenly grabs my arm. She hisses, "Stop right there! You think you can break something in the infirmary and just run away? No way!" I look at her unfamiliar face and blink, feeling utterly confused. "What did I break?" She points to the crystal potion bottles on the shelves and wrinkles her nose exaggeratedly. "You reek, and your stench has contaminated all the potions, making them unusable! Alpha Xander bought these at a high cost, and all of it is worth 500 thousand dollars. There's also compensation for causing me emotional distress—that's another 200 thousa