Potion Of Disguise Novels & Stories

When I finished, Sloane’s face had gone still in a way that made my stomach twist. “Amelia,” she said slowly, “there’s something you need to know.” My heart dropped. “What?” “There’s a potion,” she said. “A very strong one. Old magic. It can change someone’s appearance—face, voice, scent. Everything. Only a handful of witches even know the recipe.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Are you saying someone… pretended to be Delilah?” “I can’t say for sure,” she answered, “but from what you described? It’s possible. Very possible.”

The liquid was the same one collected from the floor of his private room after the incident. “This is the residue of the substance used against me,” Dmitry said, his eyes cold. “The analysis has been completed.” Pavel connected a smaller screen to the transmission, and the data began to appear. “The composition is highly unstable,” the scientist explained in a technical tone. “A mixture of ingredients illegal in magical circles. The main effect of the potion is the alteration of the target’s perception, inducing false recognition. Emotional and physical. In other words: it makes the mind and body believe it is in front of someone loved. When, in fact, it is someone else.”

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.

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!”

"I said I would let the other two go. I said nothing about not trying to kill you Alpha." "Zander, go now!" Two bulky rogues came pummelling down the stairs, their eyes were cloud white. I guess Rollo was right about them being controlled. I could feel Isis' potion wearing off. I had to move fast. I quickly transformed into Gidian. 'Gidian we can't waste any more time, the potion is wearing off.' 'I feel it too.' "That's impossible, the place is filled with wolf's bane!" Agnes snarled.

The particular satisfaction of being told, by someone whose authority on the matter was unquestionable, that he had been right all along. "Can you expose them?" he asked. "Yes," the priest said. "But not from here. Not without something from the person themselves." "What do you need?" The priest's pale eyes moved to the fire for a moment, as though consulting something there. Then back to Varek. "A lock of hair," he said. "That's all. Hair carries the signature of the true self beneath any disguise. From a single lock, I can craft a potion that will work through any magical concealment ever made, no matter how powerful, no matter who constructed it." He met Varek's eyes. "Once the person dri

I forced a polite smile onto my face, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Servants began to filter into the grand room with an air of practiced grace. They carried silver trays laden with beautifully arranged dishes, the various courses of our imminent meal. The aroma of delicacies wafted through the room, a heady mix of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and the wine that sparkled in gem-encrusted goblets. I watched as Prince Kinnison reached for the goblet in front of him. That goblet contains the potion of charm. Once he takes a sip, he'll be under its spell, I thought with clenched fists. I knew I had to intervene.

Taking out the thing she was looking for, she went towards the woman, who was looking outside at her son, who was now free. "Mix two drops of this potion in his meals, and remember one mistake, and your family...," the lady trailed off making the woman nod rapidly. The woman looked at the bottle, it has a purple potion inside it and was glowing. Keeping it inside her inner pocket, she bowed. The lady dismissed her with her fingers. The lady turned around to the window and gazed outside at the cages of birds. "Soon," she whispered and smirked evilly. IN THE PACK HOUSE:

After she applied a skin softener and her favorite perfume with a scent of gardenia, she strolled towards the closet and pouted her lips while choosing a suitable dress for her engagement. “Wow!” Jasmine clapped both of her hands Adrienne emerged from her bedroom dolled up for her engagement tonight. Adrienne was no longer comfortable in her skin, especially with the tattoo on her neck. “Do I look weird in this dress?” “No, but it emphasized your not-so-gifted breasts. Do you think he will not mind it?” “I’m not a whore, Jasmine, and that guy doesn’t care about boobs and vaginas. He’s into men but he couldn’t tell his family about it. I have to pose as her girlfriend tonight.”

She guided me to the corner of the floor for a lesser chance of being heard by others. She sighed before she continued. “All of these guests aren’t invited to review this cruise nor to have a fancy get away. An auction will be held once we land. Not for any paintings or jewelries. It’s much bigger. Formulas. I heard that it can give any man unnatural strength and speed, in exchange of cognition.” “So it’s a drug.” I plainly said.