Potion Mermaid Novels & Stories

Ash and Kai step back as a black ichor starts climbing out of her mouth and nose. Merlin holds the crystal to the liquid and it flows into it. It was thick and the tendrils move around, swaying as they find purchase on the crystal and then get sucked inside. Merlin is stroking her head, and still muttering in a language he doesn’t know. She holds his gaze as he continues drawing the ichor out of her. She’s shaking, and her spine drops back to the mattress as the ichor is finally contained in the crystal, which disappears into a pocket of the blue coat.

She signaled to Faina to stepped closer, "an impossium is an imaging potion, allowing you to take the form of whoever you desire." Elma lifted a bottle, within it were purple liquids, "its main element is mercury, main critter: a peanut head bug, and its main ingredients are, the tip of a clover weed purslane, ground ivy, a moth, bubbleroot, mallow weed and centipede legs." She handed Faina the bottle, "before you drink it, look into the eyes of the witch you wish to take the form of."

I only stopped when my lips turned purple and I was close to passing out, when the bucket was finally full. Leaning against the trash can in a daze, I heard a few maids talking in the courtyard nearby. "Emily's paintings are just gorgeous! It's a pity how difficult it is for her to get the materials she needs for her paints. Did you know that she could only get a tiny bottle of pearl powder after killing several merfolk?" "Why do those monsters only have one mermaid pearl? Since they're freaks anyway, what's a few more?" The color drained from my already pale face, and I stood up, My face went pale. I pushed myself up, clinging to the wall. Shrill cries echoed faintly in my ears, and I praye

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

She was grateful for this peace but sometimes it gets really lonely. I take deep breaths, have a clear mind I remind myself I felt it was a comfortable distance to do the spell, placing my left hand forward I let energy play on my fingertips concentrating hard I say the spell "Plaet mi et tu domle" the same time I let the power roll of my palm it starts off as a small circle then it kept growing and growing, I take a step back the suckage strong as it grows to a small black hole it suddenly vanishes.

She used the tip of her toe to push the limb around, "Looks like a siren's hand. How did you get this?" Wayne folded his arm across his chest, "I want to speak to your mermaid friend, right now!" "Okay okay, just don't break anything else," Sabine walked over to a large mirror in front of her make-up dresser. Pulling out a pouch from her apron, she sprinkled a small amount of white powder on it, chanting some words. The mirror began to shimmer, the solid surface suddenly growing liquid. An image of a woman wearing a bathing suit with sunglasses, lying on a mat in the sun, along a beachfront resort came into view as it grew clearer by the minute.

I was losing. I was falling...falling into a sea of pleasure. Why did this feel so different? It was far more delightful than ever. Was it because Blue was a mermaid? Was that it? Maybe making love to a mermaid came with their own benefits. I withdrew and thrust again, and again while I feasted on her lovely breasts. My breathing roughened and I heard Blue's melodious cry as I went faster, her legs tightening around me and her nails were digging into my flesh. Her screams were buried with my mouth on hers, and I waited until Blue's body stopped convulsing beneath mine.

"Forget about it. Just bring us out of here." Steve waved his hands when he saw that Veronica was sporting a troubled face, looking like her dilemma was if she should sing for the group or not. Since everyone in the group could no longer cast a single spell due to mana depletion, Veronica handed each of them something that seemed like a pearl. It has a color of amethyst and it was relatively smaller in size, looking only as big as a fingernail. "That is a merpire's tear. It can help you breathe underwater for a limited period of time. As long as you swallow one it should last you enough to reach the underwater mirror gate."