Shrink Potion Novels & Stories

A crimson flower that grew only in volcanic crevices. Said to be an all-antidote, capable of counteracting every poison in existence. And the final ingredient for my potion. Without hesitation, I tossed it into the cauldron. Then watched closely as the decoction turned a molten red, bubbling violently as if ready to overflow—yet it didn’t. Instead, it fizzed out in an instant, the liquid shrinking rapidly until only a thin layer remained at the bottom. Then it crumbled into black powder. Another failure.

"Are we exchanging questions now?" Calix nodded. "If you like." "Okay, then." Kat braced her chin on her palms. She'd been waiting for this. "What's in the goblet? And what's that liquid you keep with you?" "This?" He carefully extracted the vial and raised it to her eye level. When she tried to get it, he retracted it with a frown. "Do not touch it. It is the extract of the nightshade berries we grow in the Underworld, which are more potent than the ones in the mortal world. The goblet contains a potion. When taken with the extract, the soul would regrow a mortal shell, a body more sensitive but more resistant than the last, designed to take and feel punishment."

Who would ever have thought that it would come to this… ”Skkkrrr Rhhe Kruuu Ggrrrah Nheehe“ I can't understand whatever he is talking about. The only thing I know is that… he was big…. Twice, no… thrice bigger than those I have killed. His arms are so big, that muscles can be seen forming on them. Even his veins can be seen showing on his skin. Is he the boss of these creatures? Still… he seems to be hostile even towards his likes. ”Skkkrrr Rhhe Kruuu Ggrrrah Nheehe“ Spitting out the blood that mixed with my saliva, I stood up and held my sword which was just nearby. My head is dizzy and I can say that I can lose my consciousness any time soon… ”Wai… recovery potion purchase now, hurry!“ [A

Her cursive was atrocious; even she struggled to read the loopy letters, "Elixir of Life" The healing potion had taken her nearly a decade to brew, collecting rare ingredients from multiple realms. She'd hoped to sell it for a sizable amount, but unfortunately she would have no other choice but to use it on the injured male. It was the only potion strong enough to cure him of the shadowlock.

“Silvya Kruman, do you think you can help me with the recipe?” “Yes,” the girl replied. “Put a quarter cup of ground flying chestnuts into a bottle.” The professor filled a small bottle with flying chestnut dust. “Then put three quarters of ice scales juice out of a similar bottle.” The professor followed the instruction. The girl stopped a little. “And from a similar bottle three quarters of basilisk glue.” The professor mixed the ingredients, after which: “Debilitatio sinistram eius...” And he poured three drops of potion and the twisted bone of the skeleton’s left hand skeleton regained its original form.

muttered Edmund thoughtfully. “Dragon potion? Was it the dragon prince who created the dragon potion? The liquid you smeared on my sword?” Prince Zach asked curiously. “Yes, Dragon Potion, which contains dragon magic power and has purification element. When we drink dragon potion, our wounds heal, and our body strength increases. This object is scarce, and we really need it at this time," replied Edmund.

There wasn't a moment to spare. I began to concoct the Potion of Charm, mixing the essence of elderberry twigs and bitterroot swirled around in the cauldron. It bubbled ominously as it boiled down into a thick liquid. I added a few petals from the vial of nightshade, observing as the liquid turned a vibrant shade of pink - a clear sign of its strength and effectiveness. It was intoxicating yet familiar; like ripe berries and vanilla mixed together. The scent alone was enough to make anyone fall under its effect.

Reduce the emberleaf by half. Add crushed silvermint before boiling. Stabilizes the reaction. I hesitated for only a moment before following her version instead of the academy’s. The ingredients came together smoothly. The potion shifted colors exactly the way the grimoire described. Soft gold. Then deep amber. When the final ingredient dissolved into the mixture, the surface of the potion settled into a perfect steady glow. Professor Halversen stopped beside my table. He leaned slightly closer to examine the cauldron. “Well done, Miss Cantari.”

Apple's own shriek was lost in the pounds of fat growing all over her, her fingers distorted expansively to later solidify as huge lumps of fat, legs, hands and every other part of her body underwent similar transformations. By the time the transformation was over, Apple looked like she'd just swallowed the moon. The witches looked horrified, Elma bursted out laughing. "Well," she said, after she had righted herself, "it's been so long since I saw someone, talk less of a group of people, make a hassle out of seeing a potion take effect." She chuckled, "alright, to reverse the effect of an obessium, you simply drink the potion a second time. But mind you, it doesn't turn you back to normal im