Polyjuice Potions Novels & Stories

Zhou Fu scratched his own cheek in difficulty for words. “Ahaha, I seem to see what you mean, Brother Zhou!” Xiao Lang shuffled and turned his body towards Zhou Fu. "Looks like you had a pretty good dream last night! So you see, the potion can't produce hallucinations even if it's in a dream. Everything you see whether it's when you're conscious, semi-conscious, or even unconscious, are all displays of memories that you've been through. The way the potion works is that it makes the brain that stores happy memories more active and displays them one after another to the drinker!”

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

It was the safest revenge she could think of. They found out that Aaron and DJ had gotten into the Alphas stash of werewolf liquor. It was a special liquor that was spelled by witches to make it more potent. Paisley and Craig showed up an hour later. The kids were already playing outside, while the adults were still trying to get Aaron and DJ back to fully human. Paisley brought a special potion to put in the boys coffee. It fixed them right up and everyone went outside after the dishes had been washed and the leftover food put away.

Unfortunately, even at the great price of free, Zen doubted that he wanted any of those potions. Yet, he pretended to study them while waiting for Gilda to take a sip of that drugged coffee before he broached the main topic. “What is this?” he asked, picking up a purple potion that glowed faintly. Gilda clapped her hands in glee. “Oh my! It looks like you have a great eye! That’s a potion for gender changing. It changes the gender of a person by five whole minutes! Are you interested?” Her gleaming eyes told Zen that it was a terrible idea to be interested in it. Besides, what would such a potion do in a boss fight? He could not imagine it being helpful at all.

I led him deep into the maze, toward the private arbor where the scent of night-blooming jasmine was thickest. I stopped by a stone bench, swaying dangerously. I held a small, dark glass bottle in my left hand—the one Dorian had prepared. It was mixed with a heavy, sweet dessert wine to mask the metallic tang of the potion. "Julius," Rowan said, stepping into the moonlight. He dropped the formal title, his voice thick with a mixture of frustration and genuine concern. "You’ve had too much. Let me call for the servants to prepare a bath. You’re making a fool of yourself."

She cleared her throat, "the main element in an obessium is honey, its critter is a miroslaw and its main ingredients are; diluted dragon blood, broccoli, elephant fat, three spider legs, a frog's eyes, snail eggs and cloud vapour." The first witch who took the bottle from Elma looked like she was about to spew the contents in her stomach. When Elma nodded at her she opened the bottle, sniffed it, and took a quick gulp. The witches watched Apple closely, very closely. After a minute Apple furrowed her eyebrows, "wh--" The witches shrieked as a huge lump of fat bubbled on Apple's cheek. Apple's own shriek was lost in the pounds of fat growing all over her, her fingers distorted expansively to

I read some titles and I can’t believe it. "Healing potion, Flying potion, fast running potion, shifting forms potion, turns into animals potion." What the fuck are these experimentation?! Is this still true? Or maybe the author is just playing tricks on us. Does that still happen in real life because even the love potion is there. What the heck! I can't believe this. Will those potions still work? It seems hard to believe. We are now in new generation and until now those experimentation are still alive and had been utilized? How was that even possible?!

My eyes dropped to his lips. “So, being my husband is your identity right now?” “Brave of you to say that, but why not? You have some wife duties towards me as well. Remember?” Holding my gaze, he leaned in to kiss me again and I parted my lips when— “Potions! From deadly poison cocktails to nectar of life. Love potions to have him under your control to strength potion to keep love alight all night. We have it all, we sell it all! You desire, we serve. Come get your potion today!”

and last night gave me a glimmer of hope. Jane was able to uncover some information about the reason for Alice’s altered scent and our inability to resist her pull. Apparently, there is a potion brewed by dark witches that allows the drinker to emit a scent, driving specific individuals to gradually lose their willpower and obey that person’s every command, becoming obsessively devoted to them. With prolonged exposure, the victims essentially become mindless puppets, unaware of their enthrallment. An icy chill slithered down my spine when Jane revealed that last part. But her following words brought a flicker of hope - there is an antidote, though difficult to make. Jane is already working o

he murmured. I ignored him, stepping into the night air. The garden unfolded like a dream—petals arranged in perfect circles, colors blending from gold to violet to blue, as though the rainbow itself had melted into the earth. The air was sweet, heavy with perfume. And above it all, the moon spilled silver light, making the blooms shimmer. The Prince’s gaze was fixed upward, his face softened by the glow. So this was the darkness he craved. Not shadow, but moonlight—the one thing denied to Winter Court skies.