Shrinking Potions Novels & Stories

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"

Without hesitation, he reached for the strengthening potion he had purchased from the mysterious potions merchant, the one he believed to be a woman. With a swift movement, Thorne brought the vial to his lips, downing the contents in one gulp. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, enhancing his already formidable abilities. His muscles hummed with newfound strength, and his senses sharpened, allowing him to anticipate his opponents' every move.

Suddenly there was a flash of light from the portion, Deluna raised her head up as her eyes turned purple before reciting the final incantation: Protego sitalalum, umbra rea Abstergo malum, astra mea. Guard me, The light guardians, From danger and darkness, I pray The potion glowed with an ethereal light, its energy resonating with Delunas' magic. The surrounding air shimmered, creating a protective barrier. The potion was activated, and her essence was safeguarded. With a satisfied smile, Deluna turned and sealed the vial, her task complete. The candlelight dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, lunar glow.

He examined the bubbling green potion with a frown as the glass grew hotter yet didn’t shatter this time. “These potions are exceptionally rare, Sherry,” he said curtly, his eyes sharp as they met hers. “You shouldn’t touch things that don’t concern you.” She gave a quick nod in response, her throat tightening. His tone softened slightly as he continued, “This is brewed by some very special… associates of underground.” He resumed his usual ease, and the room’s atmosphere lightened, as if a weight had been lifted. Sherry wondered what had caused such a serious shift in him.

Alive. Grace hands me a new potion, this one a soft green. “Stabilizer. Sip, don’t chug.” I take a tiny drink, and the storm settles just enough that I can breathe again. “Let’s try something different,” Liam says, pulling out a small clay pot filled with herbs. “A basic binding charm. Non‑explosive.” “Good,” Noah mutters. “We like non‑explosive.” I follow the steps, crush the herbs, whisper the incantation, channel the energy into the pot. The clay glows faintly, then cracks with a soft pop.

“I have a book about powerful potions that could help you. Many of them are impossible to create, considering the necessary materials can only be found in the Sacred Tree House, back home. But surely you’ll find some that might be useful to you to finish this test well and maybe the following ones. Pmyrie sat next to Elizabeth on twigs sprouting from the same tree, beautifully twisted into a comfortable chair. Also, the same kind of braids in the form of a pleasing pattern of royal wood was there as a beautiful desk in that room. “And I offer you these two bottles with tears of lake fairies, taken from their pillow, on the stealth, even before they woke up, because they only shed tears at ni

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

“See, how his blood is black with toxin. But don’t worry, cure of this spell is pretty simple.” A vial of some orange liquid was poured into the drip, she explained the puzzled audience in detail. “This particular sorcery is often used to intensify or accelerate the process such as freezing or melting. The executer was smart enough to use this for enhancing the outcome of the poison: mixture of toxic mercury, wolfs-bane and silver.” Then she placed three more vials on the table and instructed to use them carefully. After this quick healing session, that witch was about to leave when Elijah wrapped his arm around her petite waist.

These mana potions took the continent by storm, with everyone buying them up like hotcakes. They were twice as good as the others on the market, One jar of mana potion gave as much mana as one night of meditation. People used it to subtitle meditating so they could do other work or used it in tandem with meditating in order to double their training speed. Contracts with guilds big and small came rolling in, requesting ungodly amounts of the stuff every year. Verra had to turn down 90% of the offers and cut the number of jars requested by the other 10% in half in addition to tripling the price per jar. The little guild in Lotus City was getting a bit of notoriety, and a few important people b

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.