Magical Herb Properties Novels & Stories

" I noticed a flicker of recognition cross Andrew's face as if the name of the herb struck a chord. "You're mistaken." I snapped the medical book closed and faced Louise head-on. "The magical herbs bloom the day after a full moon, known for their detoxifying properties. It's said to induce a hallucination of love, but only with one's destined partner. Otherwise, it's as good as useless. "You got the effects and the harvest time all wrong. Looks like your expertise isn't that impressive, Louise," I said with a hint of mockery. Louise went pale instantly, and Andrew, standing beside him, froze, his eyes flickering with a mix of reproach and curiosity.

“Therefore, we will have to go to you.” I clapped my hands with childlike glee. “It helps to know that.” “It will be a few years,” my father warned. “Yes,” I said with a nod, “Lance told me that it will take a few years for enough magic to return to your shine.” “That is correct,” my mother said. “We should get started,” Anton warned. “This herb works best before the sun is in full sky.”

Even Orabella was startled. Mystic herbs were the stuff of legends, said to have the power to bring people back from the brink of death. Even half-mystic herbs were incredibly rare and extraordinary. Arabella added, "That's just what people say. I've never seen one myself. Only my father might know for sure. But whether they exist or not, Mr. Snow, you should probably give up on the idea." Gideon chuckled. Not long after, a rich medicinal fragrance filled the air. Clearly, they were approaching the resource grounds. From a distance, one could already see faint streaks of multicolored light rising from within.

“With tears in her eyes, Lavender begs for a potion that will let her carry the pup of her one true love.” “There’s no such potion.” Ashwagandha, chasteberry, and a handful of other herbs are good for fertility, but none work full out miracles. “Didn’t I say Marjoram was a wise woman of uncommon power? And she loved her friend, her only friend in the whole, cold world. Here I—Marjoram was in a drafty shack, cast out of even the Bogs, all alone except for her cat—” Abertha looks down at her lap and makes a kissy face at Apollonia. “She would have done anything for Lavender, and so she did.”

"It is a type of herb, a mystical but medicinal plant known for its astringent and styptic properties. What I mean is that it was specifically made for the type of poison that’s in Lucian's blood right now.” “What are we waiting for then? Where's this plant and how can we lay hands on them?” I asked impatiently, hope rising in my heart. “Not so fast, young man; you need to follow a certain procedure to get the plant to work effectively, if not it will just be another useless plant in your hands,” she uttered, and I became silent, staring at her. “You will need a special ingredient to activate the potency of the herb. Blood.” “What?” I exclaimed in surprise.

Especially not Crownless ones. The herb I seek, is called Mireblossom and it grows in the heart of a swamp carved into the spine of the mountain range. It blooms only during magical storms, feeding off raw energy. And right now, the storm is more than weather. It feels alive, more magical, even.

Then she leans down, pressing her lips against mine, using her tongue to push the bitter mixture into my mouth. The taste is vile—earthy and sharp and metallic all at once—but I manage to swallow. She repeats the process three more times, each time lingering a moment longer than necessary. By the fourth spoonful, warmth begins to spread from my center outward. Not the comforting warmth of health returning, but the burning heat of magic awakening. The herbs aren’t an antidote; they’re a catalyst, designed to break through whatever is blocking my natural abilities. My magic surges violently, burning away the poison’s hold. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as power courses through my veins.

He had laughed and walked away and I had turned back to my desk and breathed through the tightness at the back of my neck and focused on the one thing I actually had to hold onto right now. Ivy's idea. She had said it so simply, almost offhandedly, the way she sometimes said the most important things like they were obvious. What if the antidote is somewhere in the plants? She had said it casually leaving me stuck here with this files over and the more I turned it over the more it made sense. Every power that had ever existed in the Lycan world, every piece of magic that had ever been documented in the old records going back further than even the elders could personally recall, all of it had

She said staring down at his hand. “You forget these won’t work on me.” He pulled her closer to him. A visible rush of heat flowed over her turning her skin red. “You’re resistant to magic.” She stammered “Yes, I know.” He took another step toward her. “Resistant or not plants are still plants. They have magical and medicinal properties.” Her voice came out in a rush like she had to force it out.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.