Oblivion Potion Making Novels & Stories

“If I can’t stop you, then the least I can do is help.” “What do you mean?” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude as I pulled her into a tight hug. “Give me a few minutes,” she said, turning to leave the room. I stayed still as I waited. Moments later, the door swung open again. Larissa stepped in, holding a small vial between her fingers. “This is Oblivion’s Kiss,” she said. “It’s a special potion powerful enough to make anyone slumber for sixty seconds.” She handed it to me, still hesitant. “Take it. But please be careful.”

Lila set the crystal goblet down gently beside Eira’s hand. “This is a low-grade cultivation potion Father bought at great cost from the Black Rock trade caravan. I know you’ve struggled to awaken your wolf core, and this potion will help clear and strengthen your meridians. I brewed it myself in the apothecary. Sister, if you drink this, can we put this all behind us? Be good sisters again?” Eira stilled her fork, her gaze falling on the pale blue liquid. Her newly awakened Moon Sense flared to life at once.

“You mean…?” Meala nodded slowly. “Let her forget. All of it. Every painful memory.” “You know as well as I do, the potion of oblivion isn’t permanent. A strong enough trigger could bring it all back.” “What matters now is waking her up,” Meala replied. “We’ll deal with the rest when the time comes.” Elric sighed and nodded. “I’ll begin the preparation.”

I found everything I needed. Working in that room felt like stepping into the eye of a storm. My hands moved swiftly but carefully. I measured the feverroot, crushed the bellthorn with the flat edge of a spoon, and added a few drops of sacred birch sap into the base of the mix. The potion hissed once when stirred, releasing a bitter scent that curled up into my nose. Still, I kept going. Crushing. Mixing. Whispering the incantation Vara taught me. The weight in my chest deepened with every minute. Whatever was coming, it wasn’t far. Time was sliding through my fingers like grains of sand. And I had no idea how much was left before it ran out.

I speak softly so as not to draw attention to myself, but I can feel eyes staring at me, I keep myself focused on Starling, though; she nods slightly before smiling. “Exactly.” She says as she passes the Enforcer Elixar to the first person on my row so he can inspect it. “This potion is the most common; it can be made by a red or white witch, it requires common herbs and can be made several times a month.” Starling explains. When the bottle is handed to me, I quickly pass it onto the person behind me. I’ve seen it before and even smelt the minty scent it carries when uncorked.

As the sun started setting Anberine wiped sweat from her brow as she stirred with her right hand, so far the potion had turned from green to opaque pink thanks to a small red flower that originated in the castle gardens. “You should take a break” Merlia said with a kind smile as she handed Anberine a cup of water, looking at the water and her friend Anberine shook her head with a faint smile. “I can’t until it’s finished, if I miss a step, add something wrong or over cook it it’ll be spoiled” Anberine explained surprising Merlia who now signed but nodded with an understanding look. “Thank you for doing this, we really do appreciate this” Merlia said softly as she handed Anberine a bat’s toot

"It could take an hour. Can you wait that long?" I nodded. An hour was more than enough. Ube rose from his chair, and I knew he was about to start making the potion for the portal. I stood in awe as I watched Ube, the greatest magician of our time, work his craft. The dimly lit room was filled with a mystical aura as he gathered various ingredients for his potion. I could feel the tension building up inside me, as I knew what was at stake. Ube began by crushing some dried black nightshade and sprinkled it into a small cauldron filled with boiling water. He then added some red spider lily petals and stirred the mixture clockwise with a silver spoon.

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.

Hannah asked cautiously. “The potion is almost ready. When the demon gets back with the Alkili root and pig’s hoof, I’ll grind both and add them into the pot…that is if he even finds the damn root; the tree has almost gone extinct. Anyway, the colour of the steam will still be red but after his blood is added, it’ll be black and that would mean that the potion was properly made and should work as it’s supposed to,” Selene said. “And this potion; what exactly does it do?” Hannah asked out of curiosity.

The old couple quickly pulled apart, slightly sheepish. "What is it, Cameron?" Opal asked, her tone neutral but eyes curious. "I'm just wondering if the potion is done yet. We wanted to beat the darkness and get back to the Whistling Cave before sundown." "I see. I just need to do one more thing," she replied. As if on cue, DJ walked in at that very moment just in time to see Opal spit directly into the mixture. There was a soft poof, and the potion transformed from green to a glowing blue, emitting a faint shimmer.