Iron Skin Potion Novels & Stories

Irine patted my shoulder and left my chamber. Something about her behavior lately felt off. As if she were hiding something. The potion’s scent wasn’t like the herbs she normally used. But I was too exhausted to argue. I lay back on the bed, staring at the bottle in my hand for a long moment. “Irene's medicine is always good. Maybe this will give me my strength back.” I drank it down in one swallow. Warmth spread instantly through my body, loosening every knot, easing every ache until I could no longer fight the pull of sleep.

Half an hour later, we enter the dense, sprawling central bazaar of Moonhollow Ridge. I pull him straight toward the artisan section where sacred clay and carved bone utensils are displayed. Vickon frowns slightly, staring at the carved bone bowls. "Zyric already supplied the kitchen with iron blood-vessels." I shoot him a sharp, playful glare. "Zyric bought cold, unfeeling iron for soldiers. I want our nest filled with paired bonding items." I reach onto the wooden shelf, picking up a pink-tinted potion chalice carved from rare moon-quartz. "Which style pleases your beast, my lord?"

Aliyah has never had or shown any sign of the alpha powers, why does she have it now? “The python oil goes in the pot first,” Irene whispered. “The tortoise shell would be hard for you to grind but that shouldn’t be a problem, Rasmus would help you. You will add it ten minutes after boiling the oil, the rabbit’s heart comes last and its added five minutes after the shell. You will stir for another five minutes and then the potion is ready. However,” she smiled sadly, “the poison would have consumed me by the time you are done.” “Can’t we speed things up by lessening the time process?” Rasmus asked.

It was part of my cover, part of the truth I mixed with the things I needed to keep secret. “Which compounds?” I looked up then. His face was completely neutral. Attentive, yes, but no hint of accusation, no gleam of triumph. Just quiet curiosity. It was exactly what made him so dangerous. I listed three legitimate plants. “Ironroot for strengthening bones. Nightshade berry, for sleep draughts. And rivermoss, good in salves for deep cuts.” All things I had, in fact, purchased. All things I sometimes bought from Mira.

The old man went back to the counter while Dio followed Amery who went to the corner of the store. “I’m a caster. Can you suggest a potion that would help me with my growth as a mage?” Dio smiled as he looked around. He stopped at one of the magic enhancer potion shelves and gestured it to the young lady. “These kinds of potions will help you widen your mana veins so that you can use your mana more freely.” Amery walked towards the shelves and touched the bottles of potions with different colors according to their uses. “This potion is made of fireworm oil. The oil sticks to the veins and expands when they come to contact with mana.”

“Where did you go?” “To..to see if the pathways were clean,” Kaia stammered. I hung back, letting Kaia do the talking. Another guard’s eyes fell on me. “Who are you?” When the guy asked, the first one’s gaze shifted to me as well. Well, instead of answering, I had other ways to shut them up. I stealthily opened the potion bottle hidden under the billowy sleeves of the gown I asked Kaia to provide, which was also a uniform for the maids and servants in the castle. I splashed the contents on their faces. The potion contained a tinge of silver and brier fern, both deadly to the vampire. One burned the skin and the other ate away at their skin. The latter wasn’t known widely by many, not even by

I start and he lifts a hand and stops me. "The chain is made of gold, so I can still kiss you and caress your neck," his chuckle makes me blush. "The cross, however, is made of silver, which you know can't kill us, but can make us weaker." "What about the liquid?" My eyes still staring at the iridescent centerpiece. "It is Verdant Poison, a rare liquid that forces us to reverse our shape into a human one. This amount is enough to shift me back, so it is going to help you defend yourself from anyone in case of emergency."

, Ntate Mogoadi thought to himself. After listening to her story of a messed up marriage, Ntate Mogoadi gave her three folded papers with brown powders in them. With incantations in between Ntate Mogoadi gave her orders on how to use the medication. He sent her off with the an assurance that her marriage would be restored after following the orders he gave her.

Three drops of blood fall like rubies into the potion. Instantly, the color changes. What was once a pale blue now deepens into a rich sapphire, swirling with threads of silver light. It hums... alive with energy, responding to me, to my memories, to my heart. The bell tolls again. Time’s up. I take a deep breath and pour my completed potion into a moon-shaped vial. It catches the light in a thousand dazzling ways... part stardust, part dream. My heart races with every step the judges take toward me.

muttered Edmund thoughtfully. “Dragon potion? Was it the dragon prince who created the dragon potion? The liquid you smeared on my sword?” Prince Zach asked curiously. “Yes, Dragon Potion, which contains dragon magic power and has purification element. When we drink dragon potion, our wounds heal, and our body strength increases. This object is scarce, and we really need it at this time," replied Edmund.