Hourai Elixir Novels & Stories

He thought he would not be surprised by anything Zephyr did anymore but he was obviously proved wrong. The brilliant light, named the elixir-rainbow, would only appear once an elixir had reached a certain standard. Any elixir that had the elixir-rainbow appear during its making was at least ten times more expensive than an ordinary elixir and was more effective than its original grade. For example, if the elixir-rainbow appeared during the making of Edgar’s tier-six dark-dragon elixir, then that elixir would automatically become a tier-seven elixir.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

he revealed, his words hitting me like a tidal wave of dread. "What the hell is an elixir, Ben?" I demanded, frustration and exhaustion lacing my voice. I couldn't bear the weight of uncertainty any longer. The mere thought of losing Dorian, my source of strength and love, brought tears welling up in my eyes. "An elixir is what grants those of the original werewolf bloodline the absolute power to command every werewolf," Ben explained, his voice tinged with urgency. "It makes them stronger, invincible even, and beyond the reach of defeat."

I could sense Lyrein behind me — silent and watchful, like a mountain if I needed support. Next, I moved on to a vial of dark liquid that shimmered like oil, changing colors as it caught the lantern light. Lunar ichor — rare and powerful, the healer whispered. Just one drop too many, and Kaidën’s heart could seize. I hesitated, breath catching as I uncorked it. One drop. Then another — no, I steadied my hand, willing my pulse to calm. The drop hit the crushed powder in the mortar and hissed, like an angry spirit escaping its confinement.

Her voice carried a melodic cadence, as if laced with a hint of magic itself, soothing their anxieties and infusing them with resolve. As Selene reached out to hand each soldier their vial of immortality, a subtle shimmer enveloped their bodies, signifying the connection between their mortal essence and the enchantment. The elixir, contained within a delicate crystal vial, emanated a warm and comforting glow. Its essence, a concoction of rare herbs and mystical ingredients, had been carefully brewed by Selene herself, drawing upon the ancient secrets of her craft.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“And I offer you these two bottles with tears of lake fairies, taken from their pillow, on the stealth, even before they woke up, because they only shed tears at night and those tears disappear pretty quickly. They cure any disease or eliminate the effect of any poison.” Pmyrie picked up the other bottle and showed it to Elizabeth. “And fire baby dragon hair. Very difficult to obtain, because you can snatch it only in its first moments of life, because after that they catch fire and disappear forever. And what is more ... his mom is there too,” Pmyrie smiled. “Dragon hair is for creating our strongest potions. It's very rare.” The elf girl after giving Elizabeth both bottles started reading

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.