Shrinking Potions Novels & Stories

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

But Nero seems to be ready, because he sets the crossbow aside and takes a syringe full of purplish liquid from his pocket and stabs it on my growing neck. Wolfsbane. The potion that weakens Wolf Spirits. The effect is instantaneous. My body shrinks into its human form, and I can feel Lycus retreating. I don’t think he’s hurt in any way, but I can feel his wariness seeping through my own skin. “Where did you get that?” I ask Nero. “That’s . . . really rare.”

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.

he asked, brows squeezed, shifting his gaze to me. “I found it somewhere, and I just want to know what it is.” He sniffed it again. “This is… uhmm… it’s called Tyrone. It’s a potion, kind of, but now improved with science.” He looked at the bottle again. “It was specially made to restrict one’s shifting ability.” “Restricting shifting ability?” I asked as I leaned forward to his table. “Mhnnn,” he hummed in agreement. “Whoever had this is restricting their shifting ability,” he added, looking back at me.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

Before he can voice his disapproval, though, I continue to report the battle’s events. “I also discovered that our enemies are in possession of a red potion they’re calling the “God’s Potion” that can make ordinary werewolves grow almost to the size of Lycans,” I say. “The potions also nearly double their strength. As a result of these potions, the battle we endured was much more difficult than we had anticipated.”

On the contrary, those who were ranked lower received fewer Sturdy Realm Potions. The top 10 ranked students received Speedy Cultivation Potions. Upon being drunk, the speed of one's cultivation would increase by a few fold for 10 days. When it was Lucas' turn, Leilani handed him 10 Speedy Cultivation Potions.

"Its magic can boost a little the effect of potions that are drunk using it." Erik added to his last comment after having put the artifact in place. "Useful." Azazel said while typing commands on the computer station's keyboard. "By how much does it boost the potion exactly?" Azazel asked without looking from the screen in front of him. "About ten percent with the more simple potions like Pepper Up or a Wiggenweld. Two percent or less to the more complicated ones like the Wit-Sharpening or the Draught of Peace." Erik replied while shrugging.

Quickly takes the shrink potion and uncork it before handing it to him, which he quickly drinks. “Thank you.” “No problem, but I was wondering why the potion wore off.”, I state, curiously. “I took the potion around nine.”, he explains. “You know that the shrink potion only lasts for three hours before you felt the pain of your body going back to normal size.”, I state, bluntly. “Know I do.”, he states, while leaning back in his seat. “Potions isn’t my strongest subject, so it's why I didn’t know that it only lasts three hours, so I’m really thankful for you.”, he states while his eyes shut.

"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."