Iron Skin Potion Novels & Stories

“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

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

“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.

She asked Josh. Josh sounded hesitant when he replied, “It’s not a potion. That is an extract of the Bloodivy leaves.” Eira responded by raising her eyebrow in question. Josh shrugged and yet his posture was firm. “For the stakes. We know it melts the skin of vampires and a wooden stake only works if plunged into the heart.” The witch did not need any more explanation. She nodded and sighed, returning to her chair near the pentagon displaying table. “Any news of Videns viribus?”

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.

Burdak said it clearly, he isn't looking at Randu, his eyes are looking straight at the sky, there is only one star that he could see, it looked like the sky is cloudy tonight. Hearing what Burdak had just said, Randu sat up straighter. So there really is.. such a potion. "What? What kind of potion is that?” "Hmm.. if I'm not mistaken, the ingredients are some purple leaves which if I'm not mistaken the name is Wiyoon, then some snake's blood with its heart, then burnt frog meat, to make the aroma better... you can use some jasmine leaves." Just hearing that Randu wanted to throw up, she can't do that, drinking such a potion for a week… he'd better kill herself.

After about two minutes, she brought out a small bottle of glimmering blue liquid with sparkles of silver embedded in it. "What is that?" I asked as I swallowed in saliva. She didn't reply me. Rather, she poured half of the shimmering substance into his mouth. Then she ripped off a part of her shirt and tied it around his belly. "What did you do?" I asked. "What is that thing you gave him?" She sat beside him. "This is the rarest potion to find in the entire world and this particular one is the last of it." She rose it up to meet the sun rays from the window and the light scattered all over. "It is known as Dragon's Breath."

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

The wind shifted over the village of Brindlemark, carrying with it the smell of rain, woodsmoke, and something metallic that Kaelen Thorne could not place. He sat hunched over his desk in the loft of his small home, the flame of a beeswax candle throwing long shadows over the cluttered parchment and ink stains. His spellbook lay open to a page on fire wards, though his eyes had drifted long ago from the curling runes. Instead, the margins were filled with sketches of forests, stars, and faces he had never seen but always dreamed of—sharp features, pointed ears, and hair that shimmered like moonlight.