Sleep Pots Elden Ring Novels & Stories

"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."

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

There was a small, seemingly soft bed with white bed sheet laid over it, whereas two candles on an oblong table were the only source of light in the room. Four large pots respectively containing Peonies, Roses, white Lilies and Freesias stood at the four corners of the space, their heady, sweet and floral mingling fragrance that soothed the room with ventilation. A smaller pot of Peony sat on the table alongside potion vials of several-colored potions and a few apothecary Jars. Looking under the table, there were two water-filled ceramics Jars, a wooden mortar-pestle and a long-handle mahogany spoon leaning against the wall beside a portable cauldron.

LOGAN’S POV “The sacred pot…that protects their palace?” Gertrude asked with a puzzled look on his face. “The sacred pot is a type of pot that places a protection barrier over a palace. That barrier only prevents long range attacks fired into the palace. It also notifies the kingdom when enemies walk into the barrier. The protection barrier only protects the palace from the outside and it’s vulnerable to attacks on the inside,” I concluded. I inhaled and exhaled in order not to break my concentration.

Her voice grows irritable as she says, “I can’t believe he’s kept Penelope all these years and that no one knows about it. He’s doing this all out of greed and obsession. But those are powerful things on someone’s soul. He has Penelope and he will not want to lose her, no matter what.” She points to different potions as she says, “That’s why I’m giving you guys these. This one will hide your scent, this one causes a puff of smoke if you need to get away, this one enhances your healing, this one you have to be ultra careful with. This one can immobilize your opponent temporarily, but make sure not to smell it or get it on you or you’ll be rendered useless just like your opponent!” I hug her a

Zenith’s POV The morning sun filters through the glass panels of Plot 13’s greenhouse, scattering light across the damp soil and rows of herbs that Alejandro insisted I cultivate. Even after all these months, the scent of earth and growing things never fails to calm me. I kneel beside a row of young ginseng plants, carefully loosening the soil around their roots. The teens, Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, hover nearby, each holding a small trowel or basket. Their eagerness is tempered by cautious hesitation. They are learning, but the shadows of their pasts linger, visible in their quick glances and tight grips.

Lyra said, holding up a spiky leaf, "you crush and mix with fat for wounds. Stops infection." "And this," Yara added, showing a knobby root, "is for fever. You make a tea. Bitter, but it works." Elira listened closely. "We should mark where these grow. Make a garden just for them, closer to the healing space." Thane, his hands muddy from digging the new water channel, walked over. "The ditch is coming. The water wants to run downhill anyway. We're just giving it a better path." He wiped his brow. "Rokan found a good clay deposit by the river. He thinks we can make better pots. Watertight ones."

My breath comes out ragged, my heart pounding as raw rage floods my veins. "Piper! The pots!" My wolf’s voice rings in my head. "They hold Zoe’s blood—her children! If they remain intact, Serena’s spell will kill them completely!" My gaze snaps to the six eerie, glowing pots lined up against the wall. Without hesitation, I launch forward, knocking them down one by one, the sound of shattering clay ringing through the air. A gust of dark energy bursts outward as the last pot breaks, the red mist inside it dispersing like a dying curse.

They glared at each other across the table, and Kira whispered to Iris: “Twenty gold says they either kill each other or make out within the week.” “That’s not a bet, that’s a guarantee,” Iris whispered back. The search parties found the nightmare seeds by midday. They were planted in a circle around the fortress, hidden in patches of seemingly normal vegetation. Black as midnight, pulsing with sickly green light, already grown into small plants that released barely visible spores into the air. “Burn them,” Dorian ordered. “All of them. Salt the earth afterward.” “My lord.” One of the scouts approached, his expression grim. “There’s something else.”

He offers me a sharp, questioning tilt of his brows, gesturing for my wrist. "Did you bring the vials I requested?" I ask, my voice raspy. He stares at me, his expression unreadable. "Your deception is masterful, Elowen." I remain silent as he checks my pulse, his fingers cold against my skin. He pulls a cluster of vials from his kit and murmurs, "These contain pure moon-root and iron-leaf. If you consume these daily and avoid any strenuous shifting or combat, the pup will thrive. It will remain hidden from any superficial check."