Protagonist Brewing Novels & Stories

The Dole potion had been brewed by a witch to inflict harm on demons. My body ached from the physical exertion, and my head throbbed from the onslaught of the onslaught of emotions. I wearily dropped into the chair behind my desk, sighing as I sank into the familiar chair. I had been drinking that same Dole potion every day for years, just a small amount, and my body eventually became immune to the burning effects. Still, I was determined to train hard and make sure my weaknesses didn't remain weaknesses. Through my hard work and dedication, I slowly but surely overcame those weaknesses and started to feel my body growing stronger.

“It’s called Tezus. Most supernaturals have much faster metabolisms than humans, so human alcohol doesn’t have much of an effect. Years back, some makkares came up with a magically enhanced brew that helps get the job done. Still not enough to get a God hammered, but at least we can feel a light buzz from it.” I look at him in amazement. Witches brewing booze? They must be raking in the dough. “Can I try some?” He looks at me hesitantly, “I think it’s a bit too strong for you.” I roll my eyes, “Not all humans are lightweights.” He shrugs in surrender, “If you say so.”

but it felt different. People trickled in slowly. Some smiled. Some nodded. Some looked at her like they weren’t sure what to say. She didn’t need them to say anything. She moved behind the counter, muscle memory taking over, hands steady as she brewed the first pot of the morning. Life didn’t restart all at once. It resumed in increments. Damian arrived an hour later, carrying two coffees and a paper bag. “You didn’t have to,” she said. “I wanted to,” he replied.

The charm needed around eight fern leaves and the knife needed around ten, but the drink only needed five. One person of each group began taking the tools they would need for their recipe. While the others took the heavy tools like hammer, chisel, etcetera, Jai proceeded to bring out the tools used for brewing. It’s a drink after all. When he got back with the small cauldron and the pot holder, Darrion had finished studying the recipe. “How can you study it that fast?!” Jai asked when Darrion told him. Darrion smiled and pointed the recipe that was on the table. “It’s like brewing potion. We just have to make sure we do everything exactly like the recipe said so we won’t fail it and—“

“Drink the brew, Drago, or I'll draw a rune to freeze your fucking ass. Drink the brew; we have to take care of Nadine.” I turned to look at Biel in surprise; the dragon raised his face in anger but took the potion Biel was offering in a second. That gesture made the others relax. The captain of the guardians smiled, and after that, along with Connor and Aris, took the brew he had made earlier. I finished turning and looked at my mates heatedly, but with a frown on my face due to confusion. “Why didn't you give me contraceptive brew?” I asked before crossing my arms, and Drago decided that was the right time to explore my shoulders.

Not until he had successfully won Marissa's heart again. He would return with her and her children, triumph written all over his face. I chugged down another jug. The alcohol was strong and my throat burned from the intensity but I didn't pause, not even to take a breath. " Might wanna slow down. It's his strongest brew yet.” The bartender advised gently. He had obeyed and rolled a barrel of werewolf appropriate beer beside me. " His?” " My last cub. He has a talent for this. Been coming up with different recipes for the past few months.” He rubbed his eyes and dropped into the stool beside me.

“Early addition, fifteen percent less than your standard rate.” “You’re telling me I need less of the thing I like,” he said. “I’m telling you the thing you like works differently at a different point in the process,” she said. He looked at her. “I’ve been brewing for twelve years,” he said. “I know,” she said. “And in twelve years you developed a technique that works. I’m suggesting a modification.” “Suggesting,” he said. “Yes,” she said. “You’re the brewer. You decide.”

I’ve never seen or heard Amelia drunk before, but she sounds hilarious. Tezus is a special alcoholic brew made for supernatural beings. It’s made in a distillery based in Rome that’s run by a family of makkaris. A makkari is what humans would call ‘witches.’ They use magic to make their brews more compatible with our bodies. You can get pretty wasted off a couple glasses super-fast. If she just downed an entire bottle then I’m amazed she’s still standing. “Indisposed? She sounds Gods damn wasted,” Jasper says with a raised eyebrow.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

Amia's POV: I sat cross-legged in front of the potion-making furnace, carefully measuring out various herbs and ingredients. The warm glow of the fire illuminated my workspace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I loved this part of the process—the weighing, the sniffing, the licking, and testing the quality of each herb. It was like creating a magical symphony, blending nature's gifts to craft something powerful and transformative. "You know, you could hear a pin drop in here, and you still wouldn't flinch."