Romans & histoires Iron Skin Potion

he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest. "Make it stop!" I cried as the pain continued. "Then stop pulling, the more you pull, the more the liquid pours. It's a sick punishment method I created, the irons are normal metal, but the liquid filled in them are made of silver," he then tilted his head. "But considering you're a hybrid. It makes sense why the pain isn't instantly incapacitating. You've got that stubborn witch streak in your DNA."

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.

“Consider yourself lucky. You would be the first person to test my best creation. The neutralizing potion. You see the best thing about this potion is that it’s created to burn the hatred from within. Literally.” Tess flipped the cap covering the syringe open. “ Over concentration of the hormone that triggers hatred acts as a catalyst for this potion. The darker your heart is, the more fiercely it burns from within and when I say burn, it melts each and everyone of your organs slowly, at a high temperature, the temperature at which metal melts.” Thomas crawled back in an attempt to escape, horror was evident in his eyes. His path was blocked by a few guards. “No, stay away from me, move, mov

She said, this time sounding more human. They all nodded and waited for her to continue. With a wave of her hand, she produced a vial containing a swirling liquid, the colors shifting like the dance of flames. It had a silver color and it glistened under the soft light. Seraphina continued after she dropped the potion in front of her.

He then pulled out a flask and emptied its contents into a plastic camp cup. “Here, some medicine to help get your strength back before your fight in the morning,” he said gently, holding the cup out to me. I shook my head. He smirked, his eyes gleaming dangerously. “It wasn’t a suggestion, little runt. Drink the medicine, or the girl comes with me. Your choice.” I could smell the subtle traces of wolfsbane wafting from the cup. Most wolves, even those with their senses enhanced to the max, probably wouldn’t have caught it with how low the concentration was. But I’d been around the stuff long enough to recognize it instantly.

How the hell am I supposed to get out of here? For some reason, I just realized that my wrists are also bound behind my back, and then chained to my ankles so that I cannot move at all. How did they even get me up here? I wonder. I must be at least four feet above the floor. I wiggle around and try to break or move some of my restraints, but it is useless. I yell out in frustration when I realize what the metal chains are made of. Cold Iron. “Welp, the old bastard probably knew my weakness,” Iris said as she started to sway..Cold Iron is specifically designed to restrain moon wolves as we are immune to silver. The metal is freezing and I can feel my body heat sapping away, along with my ene

He had pushed me to my limits, and I was done being passive. A few moments later, Iris returned with a small vial in her hand. It was one of the potions Lady Tatia used for various purposes. I took it from her, holding it carefully in my hands. It was a sleeping potion, one that could knock out even the most stubborn of wolves. This was my chance. "Thank you," I said quietly, but Iris didn’t seem to hear me. She had already turned to leave, her eyes still wary. I watched her go, and then, with a deep breath, I made my way toward the dungeon.

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.

“We?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, “I'm from the resistance.” I had yet to fully understand the sides of Farindoria's conflict, but right now, anyone was better than Seth or Alpha King Gaios. I looked at the vials again. “What's in here?” “Something our witches made,” she said. “One is a powerful healing potion. The other one will make you immune to silver.” “Immune to… silver?” I felt like I had to repeat it as my mind processed what it meant.

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.