Rasputin Jar 소설 & 이야기

But what surprised me even more was why he was doing all this insanity and why his mate was begging for my mercy. “This right here,” he started, pointing at Cassandra while grabbing a pendant-size jar. “Is…” He stopped, popping open the jar with a wicked smile. “Who do you think she is, huh?” My eyeballs almost dropped when I saw dark purple liquid inside that jar. Wolfsbane.

A small glass jar sat directly on the clean counter. It had not been there this afternoon. Aurora stepped closer. The jar was sealed tightly with a metal lid. It contained something submerged in thick, golden oil. She picked up the small glass container. She twisted the metal lid until it popped open. She brought the open jar to her nose. The scent hit her instantly. It was sharp, bright, and incredibly complex. It was a fermented, salty citrus aroma that completely bypassed her logical brain and struck her directly in the chest.

He liked the way her rear end looked in the green dress that she was wearing; it seemed to be calling out to him. “Two beers, each served in a glass.” According to the bartender, after returning with the glasses, he placed them on the counter before going away once more, leaving Jasper to deal with the drinks by himself. A sneering grin spread across Jasper’s face as he went into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a little vial containing an odorless liquid. He quickly blinked his eyes around to see if anyone was watching before inverting the vial so that the liquid would pour into the glass that was in front of him. Once he was satisfied that no one was looking, he continued.

Madam Xing felt like the need to reconfirm it that was why she asked Allan again just to make it sure. "Yeah, is there anything else I suppose to see inside that jar aside from water??" Allan asked back. But instead of answering Allan's question right away, Madam Xing heaved a sigh of relief instead. "Good then.." "Why? What was the matter, Madam Xing? Is there anything wrong?" This time it was Professor De Belen who asked a question. "Well, this one over here is not just an ordinary jar, this one is actually called the Jar of Misfortune."

"Stress is bad for the baby. Why don't you let the men handle the heavy lifting for a few months?" Vespera stared at him. To her right, Cyprian stiffened. He was peeling an orange, but he held the fruit knife with a grip that suggested he was visualizing Brad’s jugular. Vespera placed a hand on Cyprian’s arm to stop him. She reached into the jar sitting on the table in front of her. It was a gallon-sized jar of artisanal spicy pickles. She pulled one out. It dripped brine onto the polished mahogany.

Hades growled, dragging his sharp teeth over the side of Doll's neck. "I can't wait, sweet devil, though I'm curious if you'll be so aggressive once that second plate of chicken is tempting you away. So maybe you should, I don't know, start doing those things before-" Doll was cut off as the arm of the chair opened and a robotic arm holding a jar of something drew his attention. The top of the jar was labelled with the words for naughty no-furs who don't know how to behave. Doll's eyes met Hades's as he also considered the jar. "You know that's from the Black Devil's bag of tricks. It might be dangerous."

Nesrin exchanged a look with her siblings before turning to me. "Drink this tonic; it will put you into a deep sleep, slowing down your heart rate until it stops." She explained, holding out a small glass jar of black fluid. I opened the jar and grimaced at the rancid smell that assaulted my nose. "Goddess above that is putrid." I choked out. "Unfortunately, there isn't anything I can do to mask it. But it is a little shot of it, and then it's gone." I nodded, twirling the jar in my palm. I looked up at my family.

The thing which intrigued Alexander was her stormy grey eyes, which told a story he couldn't comprehend. He murmured, "What does this simple-looking girl have?" Pristine replied, "The vampire potion." Alexander couldn't believe that she had the potion. By looking at her, anyone could feel that she had experienced an easy and happy life. Then again, if someone had a special potion, that person would try to look like the most normal civilian to avoid raising suspicion. "Is this all you have about her?" inquired Alexander as he finished reading all the pertinent information. "Yes. If I find something else, I will inform you," answered Pristine.