Something's Brewing Too Novels & Stories

“I don't have to? Are you doing a good job with that thing you are brewing? “Do you want to know what the heck you are even brewing?” “What are you implying? Is it poison?” Lana stared at the cauldron incredulously. “However, it does not have such a smell, are you tricking me?” “Why would I do that?” Jade shrugged. “I am not your enemy.” “How would I know that? I have never met you before.” Lana retorted. “That's the feral leaf. The main component of the feral leaf induces rage during the full moon, rage beyond compare.”

"Unless you fancy waking up in a dumpster somewhere in Eclipse City with no memory of how you got there." Sebastian paused, his hand still on the bottle. "Is it truly that potent?" I snorted. “That shit's brewed in the depths of Hell, designed for demons with a tolerance that would make Keith Richards look like a lightweight." He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Perhaps I'm feeling a bit... adventurous tonight." "Your funeral," I shrugged, trying to ignore the way his smirk made my stomach flip. "But don't come crying to me when you're puking hellfire."

“I’m not buying anything else from you unless you can guarantee that there won't be any more fuck-ups with my shipment, Trex.” I say into the phone and scroll through the spreadsheets on my computer. I’ve spent the whole morning in my office, uptown at 5 Fusion, going over the cash flow of my clubs and the casino business I've recently dipped my fingers into. “There's a new line of home brew that everyone on the dark net is trying to get their hands on,” he says. “But lucky for you, I am in contact with the source themselves.”

"No chance. Not as long as I can work for yourself and cause you to do all the exhausting administrative work and pass on the attracting to me. In any case, I implied that South side organization. I know it's not precisely down our path, but rather perhaps it could be great for the business to begin doing customary houses, as well? I realize I wouldn't see any problems a break from every one of the tremendous cases, and I figure drawing a little house sometimes will support our imagination." Both Rocco and Shilo gestured peacefully while mulling over everything, and even Melanie appeared to concur. "Seems like a brew plan," Shilosaid, while he scoured his cheek. He hadn't shaved today, by th

This has to be brewed for 12 hours so if she needs it tomorrow, she should start brewing it today. She dropped the tissue paper at the bottom of the clay pot and ignited the burner. A half cup of water, half cup of the special incense the witches do themselves. Once it brewed, she poured the purplish liquid. She emptied the vial. Perfect. A little grin crossed her face as she did that. The swirling of colors on the pot, together with the unending dances of smoke. In her mind, she was imagining what would come of it: their stupid combat games to win her.

𝑻𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉

Once they were there, he dropped Felton to the ground before kicking Felton a few feet away! Following that, Gerald began filling three bowls with water before slowly swirling the fresh liquid in each of them. Confused, Monica—who had been following him closely this entire time—asked, “…What are you doing, Gerald…?” “Ah, I’m brewing a sort of poison! It’s known as inexorable witchcraft!” “…And it involves water?” “Not entirely, but its effects will be doubled with water!” Hearing that, Felton—who still had a cold gaze in his eyes though traces of fear could also be seen reflected in them now—then asked, “…Inexorable witchcraft? …What exactly does it do?”

She gripped the counter until her knuckles whitened. Liam noticed the way she stiffened. He didn’t look outside—not yet. Instead, he leaned against the counter, his voice pitched casually, though it was too tight to be convincing. “Guess we’re testing a new kind of blend. Blackout Brew. Customers sit in the dark and hope their barista remembers their order.”

The Spirit Spring Wine was brewed using water from the Spirit Spring, a unique spring water containing a peculiar energy aura. There was only one such spring in all of Buck, located within the Black Tortoise Lake area. Five thousand years ago, it was handed over to the current tavern owner, Leonard, for exclusive use in brewing Spirit Spring Wine.

I made the quick walk to the office building and into my office. I sat at my desk and loaded up the computer, continuing the work from yesterday. I was also doing some research on opening and owning a brewery. Our honey mead was excellent and I know there would be a market for it as it was pretty hard to come by in most cases. Or at least, good-quality mead was hard to come by. I figured it would be a good way to generate both jobs and income for the pack and Echo said it was something he’d be happy to take part in. I was so focused on reading through different reports and taking a few notes that I didn’t even notice the door opening or aware as Echo made his way into the room. It wasn’t til