Rise Of The Cheat Potion Maker Novels & Stories

Luna said sweetly that made some of them blush as they agreed without a fuss. THE FIRST game that the Phantom Chaos's apprentices saw was a simple potion making contest. The store that was having a game had a row of long, clean tables in front of their store's area where the equipment provided for the contestants were placed like a beaker, pipettes, mortar, flask and glass rod.

I had to regain the power, to decide on when and how the truth would be revealed so that when it happened, Theo was the one suffering and Kylo was his proverbial punching bag. A small idea started developing in my head on how I would make sure that I left this thing with all that I wanted. But it took accuracy, the right time, and especially, time. I had to go on doing the wife’s role and keep on deceiving him while at the same time planning for the next big blow. It is possible that by this time Theo was sliding down the mental health slope, but I was not. I exactly knew what needed to be done. And as I stood there with the menacing shadows of the city in front of me, I permitted myself a s

That meant there was almost no choice. The necromancer tossed back his flowing hair as he headed towards his laboratory. He set to work as soon as he got into the room. He had to make a rare potion known to no one else in the world, because Reive Eridanus himself had created it. It had happened during his service as a brilliant marshal at the court of Sven Sherran Castro-Laret. The druid king. The potion acted on the mind, making it completely submissive to Reive. It was with its help that the necromancer had for a long time been influencing the political decisions of his predecessor. Until the time came when he decided to get rid of him and occupy the throne himself.

Only I knew the hell that was about to break loose. In my last life, it was the highest-level healer competition in the Alliance. The new healing potion I’d spent three months brewing... the moment they announced it, it became proof that I was a thief. Two parchments flashed on the big screen. Every detail was the same. The amount of Silverleaf. The brewing temperature. Even a typo from my private notes. But the special purification method I developed to balance the potion’s properties? Cora had no idea how dangerous it was. She just copied it blindly.

She asked with a trembling voice, "Changed? How?" "Maybe you just grew up." I brushed it off, stood, and headed to the bathroom. Behind me, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I made breakfast for you, Mateo," she said later, leading me to the table. She was waiting for a compliment. I looked at the spread. The table was covered in an oily, greasy breakfast. I smiled. "Quinn, the doctor told me to lay off greasy food and eat healthier." I glanced at her, faking concern. "You've been really forgetful lately. What's going on?"

“Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it. “Even if you broke every bone in your body, I wouldn’t forgive you. Stop convincing yourself otherwise.” I ignored his ashen face, turned, and walked away. After that day, I never saw Dylan again. I had no idea what became of him. Life settled into something quiet. Years later, after finally climbing out of the shadow of heartbreak, I met a werewolf. Before long, we were preparing for our bonding ceremony. One day, while shopping, I spotted a familiar rogue wolf digging through a trash bin.

"Okay, girls, time to live like the rich. Let's try out the boss's top-of-the-line robot." "Didn't expect him to be this obedient. Five hours of playing around and he still wasn't tired. Honestly addictive." The man on screen, ears flushed and clothes a mess, knelt on one knee. A black blindfold covered his eyes, and he let the woman trail a riding crop across his cheek. And that incubus mark glowing brighter on his neck, I'd traced it a thousand times in my own mind.

We decided to send our Summoner, our most trusted coven member, to see if he could find the dragons. When the earth dragon and that bitch of an elf released me from the laboratory, they nearly let their lap dog kill me. Unlike the others, they acted as if I was beneath them, unwilling to help me get home. Well, I did get home, and I’ve risen in the ranks of my coven. My mate, Lilith, nearly died in the arenas. But she’s strong and she survived, just as I did. Now I’m the High Priest and it’s time for me to finally get my revenge for their insolence.

After unscrewing the bottle cap, she tilted her head back and took a swig. "Vince, I've come to see you." She gulped down a large mouthful of wine and choked on it. She coughed a few times, then laughed. And before she knew it, the tears were falling. She leaned against the headstone, rambling on and on. "Vince, I'm a bastard. I failed you. But I miss you so much." Slowly, she finished the entire bottle of wine. A violent burning sensation surged up in her stomach.

My only chance to leave the ash and the ruins behind. He took another slow, deliberate sip from his cup, keeping his eyes fixed on Dominic, waiting for the Beastkin or Rhea to turn their backs so he could slip the potion into the large man's drink. The air in the bakery was so thick with the scent of roasted meat and warm bread that it made his hands shake slightly with anticipation. As the celebration continued to lift the spirits of the weary survivors, a sudden cheer rose from the central table. A man with a soot-stained face and rough, calloused hands raised his mug high, his voice booming over the festive chatter.