Protagonist Brewing Novels & Stories

Three drops of one thing, a gentle knife scrape of another, a cautious turn of the knob of my filtering device that trickles tiny droplets into my brewing masterpiece. My hair is pulled away into a neatly tight bun, my brows furrowing in concentration, whilst my surroundings are encompassed in a slight mist from the simmering potion. I sprinkle another component into the mix and watch the solution swirl into a dark rich shade of violet, manifesting into the cure that would purify Marco of his curse. I would be the one to save him. I imagine the faces of all the nobles that would be in awe of my accomplishments, thanking me for saving their prince. I would finally be redeemed, put back on the

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.

Jordan said with a smile on his face. “I will do something about it, something you will not believe” Damian said and Jordan laughed. “I’ll be waiting” Jordan said still laughing and William was uncontrollable. “Alright boys, the fun time is over” Wendy said as she brought the mistletoes she ground to the table and a smaller bowl for Jordan’s blood. “The reverse brewing system, how does it work?” Damian said. “The normal brewing system is brewing the mistletoe alone and later mix it with the blood which is the poison, while the reverse boiling system is using magic to boil the both together and the form one substance which is the elixir” Wendy said and William looked surprised.

The glowing fountain bubbled and soon, Luke leaned around a rack. He eyed Duke for a moment. “You look like you can at least stay awake. We’re brewing your first potion today!” Duke huffed and we walked round the shelf to see the table that he’d set up to brew potions. We took our places around a large table where various ingredients and tools were laid out. I didn’t recognize most of it, but I listened as Luke started to explain what the ingredients were and introduced the basics behind brewing potions. “You’ll find that anything you buy from a supernatural seller, like hair products, was made by a potioneer. The school uses a lot of potions all the time, so look forward to brewing gigantic

“Sure sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Claire chuckled as she took a swig of her drink. Max followed suit almost immediately after. The drink itself was a simple local-made fermented grain drink. It was pretty much this settlement’s specialty. They called it Swampwater, and was derived from one of the many grasses that grew on the fen. The brewers even used the exact same water that the plants grew on, which made it doubly true to its name. The drink itself was bitter and earthy, with strong grassy notes to bind it all together. It wasn’t unpleasant, but wasn’t the most amazing drink ever.

Her voice trailed off, the implication hanging sagging in the air, thick with dread. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "That makes sense. Keeping the pack at odds with each other would make it easier for him to control them, especially if they're questioning their emotions… and loyalties." The realization felt like a punch to the gut. Tension heightened as we continued our research. Hours melted away until we found ourselves hanging on a critical passage detailing elaborate procedures for creating brews that not only altered states of mind but also could slowly poison those who consumed them. Each ingredient listed resonated with unearthly power, but the darker truth loomed like a storm clou

Here he didn’t have that, and those he met would treat him differently, knowing he was their Beta. He tossed his controller on the desk and went to the kitchen to grab water. As he opened the refrigerator, he noticed Duncan’s beer. Deciding tonight called for something other than water, he grabbed himself a beer and slinked back to his bedroom. He twisted the top off with ease and tossed it on his desk. Taking a swig of beer, he sputtered and spat all over the desk. He was not expecting the foul taste. Everyone drank it, but he couldn’t figure out why. After he recovered, he tried another smaller sip, but the results were the same. Great! He couldn’t even drink beer. So when the pack leaders

** Allen stared intently at the liquid he was brewing. He stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of his fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden colour. Perfect, he thought as he decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Allen emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of his products, he thought with a smile. He glanced up when his wards went off, a few seconds before a portal opened into the room.

Drinking The Swaying Immortal was a popular drunkard, so much so that in the past few years, not one person had ever seen him sober! It was said that when someone made a product as addictive as heroine or alcohol, that someone should refrain from taking it him or herself. Well, the Swaying Immortal did not abide by that rule. Although he belonged to the clan that created the alcohol that could sway the hearts of Beastmen Warriors, the Swaying Immortal was the number one customer for the Heavenly Fox Clan. He had become so accustomed to drinking that Clara doubted if he was able to get hangovers anymore. In fact, the man’s title was a great hint to his bad habit.

We were working towards a common goal, bound by our determination to save Rockan. With each ingredient we added to the mixture, I focused my energy, envisioning the healing properties infusing the brew. The weight of my fears began to lift, replaced by a fierce resolve to do whatever it took to protect those I loved. As the final herb was added, the potion shimmered with a radiant glow. I felt a rush of energy surge through me, a promise of what was to come. “Now, it’s time for you to drink it,” Luna Danielle said, her voice steady and reassuring.