Novel & Cerita Iron Skin Potion

➳ Pernwél The little cabin of Grandma Rose filled up with thick smoke, it billowed from the cauldron the moment the orb touched the contents. Our vision was obscured slightly as the orb bobbed up and down in the purplish clouds. The scrolls of the ancient artifacts had described and identified the potion we were brewing, the smoke was supposed to be this color, so that was a good sign. The journal chronicled every orb ever made, describing its uses and how to unlock what was within.

I look done on my chest and then I raise my head to look at Ma Trisha more perplexed. “Now,for your information, I rubbed Dey aconite in the tip of the iron which I used on you. Though it is Dry aconite and almost not functional and potent. But then if I use this on a normal werewolf, it will cause more damage than you can ever imagine. You can see that it didn’t take you up to ten seconds tk heal back quickly?l she says.I gloat at her with my mouth open. I shake my lips and mumble words I don’t even know her I can’t even articulate a full sentence. I pick up the iron and stare at it. It is very sharp.

“I’m a Werewolf, so my skin becomes gold. Witches’ skin turn black. Go on, let’s see.” Nodding nervously, I sink my hand into the potion. It’s hot to the touch, like soup, but strangely it doesn’t hurt. I just feel this strange tingling that crawls up from my fingertips all the way up to my arm. Slowly, I lift it out, and my heart nearly gives way when I see that it’s gold. A bubble of relieved laughter escapes my lips. “You guys were right! I am one of….” The words trail off my lips when I see the color gold darkening, taking on a very deep shade of bronze. But it doesn’t stop there. Even the bronze fades before my eyes, dulling down into black.

She spoke so brightly when describing the plants, but using that as an excuse to force her into learning things far beyond her age? “What kind of potions have you made?” I asked, unable to hide my concern. “A lot, Daddy.” Iris smiled wide. “I can make medicine to heal wounds from blades, poisons, and scratches from other wolves. I can make potions to strengthen the warriors’ bodies too and help them recover when they’re exhausted from training.” “You… can really do that?” She nodded eagerly. “And the potion GrandMa asked you to make… what was it?”

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

I place a handful of dried Mugwort into the cauldron followed by a handful of dried Lemon Balm, Hibiscus, and Wormwood, I watch as each ingredient changes the colour of the water. I give that a small stir before I add some of Skylar’s Succubus venom and then give it another slow gentle stir until the water returns to clear, I then pull out about 2 dozen small vials. I fill each vial with the finished clear potion and place them in a holding container.

She followed Thiery into the kitchen. "It's some kind of secret potion passed down through my family. I don't know what's in it, but it's a liquid the color of melted iron, odorless and tasteless, and it has incredible properties. You'll feel energetic, won't feel tired, and will be faster and more agile," Thiery said. "Oh, it's some kind of drug," Noreen concluded. "Is it sold freely?"

The spell Books contain a low-level Healing spell {Mend Touch}, able to heal any small wound using mana (Evaluation: Quite valuable, it's the same effect as consuming a normal level healing potion). "...What about the Potions?..". […it was self-explanatory isn't it?....there's even a label on each vial..]. "Wow, I'm just asking though…forget it, I just use {Identify} myself..". The only thing that was left was the rusted sword and the weird black ring. For some reason, the sword and the ring exuded a strong aura as my hand come closer to it, as both of the items were in my hand the black rust came off like sand revealing a beautiful metallic surface, the rusted sword became shiny and sharp t

To my count I see 6 bottles in different colors. “I-I...” “This is a leather larp bag made of a magical beast’s skin and it contains a magical essence from the strongest magical beast. Three of the bottles inside are healing potions you can use in times of need; those are the one with white liquids. While the other three are magical potions you can use in times of desperate need, blue is an invisibility potion.... one drop into your mouth will make you invisible to the enemies, red for fire one drop to anywhere can create a fire and the green one is something you can use when facing a fierce monster... one drop to the monster will send that monster running away from you but you need to get t

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.