Protagonist Brewing Novels & Stories

This has to be brewed for 12 hours so if she needs it tomorrow, she should start brewing it today. She dropped the tissue paper at the bottom of the clay pot and ignited the burner. A half cup of water, half cup of the special incense the witches do themselves. Once it brewed, she poured the purplish liquid. She emptied the vial. Perfect. A little grin crossed her face as she did that. The swirling of colors on the pot, together with the unending dances of smoke. In her mind, she was imagining what would come of it: their stupid combat games to win her.

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

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

** 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.

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.

Summer knew that because this beer was famous in Country M too. “Okay. Just drink anything you like.” Casper nodded. At the stalls by the street, Summer sat inside a tent and drank a big bottle of beer with empty bravado. The beer had a bitter taste, but that was more similar to her current life. “I feel I’m more like a human when I’m with you.” Summer held back her tears, finished the beer, and said with a bitter tone. “The happiness of lower-class citizens. You don’t understand it.” Casper smiled and shook his head. “Azula aspires to the life of rich people, so she wants to climb higher and look down at everyone, and she made it.”

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.

I placed the journal inside, tucked away on one of the lower shelfs. “What is that?” Silas asked curiously. “Just an old book” I answered as I started gathering the bottles of ingredients, I would need to make the truth brew. I pulled out a pot and started warming it on the stove I added water to the pot first. Next, I added some dried daffodil petals, ground ostrich feather, dried sweet pea petals, tree bark, and the eye of newt. I stirred the mixture until it was brought to a rolling boil before adding some green tea bags, those were for the flavor more than anything. The last ingredient I needed was a drop of Hannah’s blood so make her immune to the brew.

The liquid swirled like smoke trapped in glass, a weapon ready to cripple even the strongest of foes. He moved to the hearth, where a cauldron hung over the flames, its contents simmering with a thick, noxious brew. The scent wafting from it was overpowering, a blend of decay and bitter herbs. Malrik stirred it absently, his mind already envisioning the chaos it would unleash.