Shrinking Potions Novels & Stories

, Ntate Mogoadi thought to himself. After listening to her story of a messed up marriage, Ntate Mogoadi gave her three folded papers with brown powders in them. With incantations in between Ntate Mogoadi gave her orders on how to use the medication. He sent her off with the an assurance that her marriage would be restored after following the orders he gave her.

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.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

It does wonders for clear skin. Vanessa gaped at him. I smirked. “Careful, Vanessa. You might even like it here.” She scowled at me. “Not funny.” Hores only chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll have all the time in the world to convince you.” Vanessa paled. The potion suddenly boiled violently, the liquid inside changing from deep purple to blood-red. A weird, haunting hum arose in the air. Selene froze. Hores frowned. “That’s…not how that’s supposed to go.”

Asked soldier 2. “No. You all will take it when I will order. Until then just activate your shield and keep moving. We are close.” I said to them, The potion is specially made for the darkest magic spell. If they drink it now, they won’t be able to withstand more than 3 hours. We need as much time as we can. The potion is only for emergencies. The more I am coming closer to the territory, the more I am feeling certain physical pain.

He continued speaking after observing their expressions, his voice sounding extremely excited. "Do not be afraid, just trust your master!," Lihont said with a dark smile. "This is a very special potion that I made myself using the power of the shadows and It is not poisonous. It will give you immense powers that you cannot even imagine. If you drink this, your skin will be like iron and your strength will be like a giant's. You will be feared by all the werewolves and humans, and you will be honored by me as my greatest generals after we win the war tonight."

I lifted my eyes to the sky, taking a deep breath in, and sighing out. "It's been a long time coming. I just know our ancestors are ready for our victory." I picked a few herbs from my pocket, dropping them into the boiling water. A midnight blue color slowly appeared, as I took the large stained stick and stirred. The heat of the water kept raising. I plucked three small vials from a sachel that hung from my hip and placed them into the pot. The words that called forth the powers that flowed through me, came rushing forward. My words came out as a whisper. As I continued the chant, the wind picked up all around, and my energy shifted. I held my hands by my sides, palms face up, as my chant

I replied, patting her shoulder and sharing another round of laughter with my best friend. The day stretched in a familiar pattern–brewing, blending, and stabilizing the shimmering potions that were as much a part of our lives as the very air we breathe. One of the cauldrons simmered with a soft lilac glow. Known as the Veil Essence, it helped packs to mask their scent trails from rogues. Another batch, swirling in hues of dark green and gold, was known as the Sentinel's Breath. It gave a very defensive aura–an enhancer for territory guards.

— He was grave, making the stuffy atmosphere even more tense. “You weaklings, remember with that small amount of MANA you can only maintain the portal for eight hours a day, you still have to protect everyone in this magic box. Remember you guys. I originally had to shrink everyone here, but because of you, weaklings, I stayed up all night creating body shrinking potions.” The old man turned his back and said as he walked. Indeed, this is a critical matter. Just a little carelessness, everyone will lose their lives. I'm starting to sweat a little, I'm sure everyone else is too.

He broke all the bottles and made the room even noisier. Hate potions. The writing is on a large clear bottle covered by a fragrant tree trunk. The remaining liquid was only a few millimeters. Without warning, he crushed it with trembling hands. Do you want your own brother's destruction, Jordan?