Something's Brewing Too Novels & Stories

Jordan said with a smile on his face. “I will do something about it, something you will not believe” Damian said and Jordan laughed. “I’ll be waiting” Jordan said still laughing and William was uncontrollable. “Alright boys, the fun time is over” Wendy said as she brought the mistletoes she ground to the table and a smaller bowl for Jordan’s blood. “The reverse brewing system, how does it work?” Damian said. “The normal brewing system is brewing the mistletoe alone and later mix it with the blood which is the poison, while the reverse boiling system is using magic to boil the both together and the form one substance which is the elixir” Wendy said and William looked surprised.

Rune huffed out as soon as she was freed from her baskets and she rubbed her lower back with her hands. The four of us slipped on gloves and a mask over our noses to get on working on a potent poison. While I was plucking the red berries from the Baneberry, Aerin was crushing the violet flowers from the Monkshood in a mortar. The Poison Water Hemlock and the False Hellebore were cleaned thoroughly and left to soak in water. We would add our crushed elements and then reduce the brew to a thick liquid. “What is it with this deathly poison we are brewing, Rune?” Grandma Rose asked.

The flowers dissolved immediately, the dark liquid glowing before it turned a dark blue colour. "What is that?" I asked, staring at it. I had never seen anything like it before. "Bræw," she answered. "It's an old family secret. The people in the wood like it." “People in the woods?” She nodded but didn’t explain any further. I nodded, leaning against the wall, watching as she used a ladle to pour some into a cup before taking a sip. She hummed in approval before offering me the cup. I raised a brow, staring at the contents of the cup as if it were going to lunge at me.

but it felt different. People trickled in slowly. Some smiled. Some nodded. Some looked at her like they weren’t sure what to say. She didn’t need them to say anything. She moved behind the counter, muscle memory taking over, hands steady as she brewed the first pot of the morning. Life didn’t restart all at once. It resumed in increments. Damian arrived an hour later, carrying two coffees and a paper bag. “You didn’t have to,” she said. “I wanted to,” he replied.

Marissa raised her eyebrows, and Allie shook her head when I didn't move to do anything about it. "So, go get more. That's the beauty of Zoo Brew. I don't think they've run out of alcohol yet." Marissa pretended to check her watch, making me laugh a little. "Alright, you two want seconds?" Allie and Marissa both held out their empty glasses, their eyes back on the tiger.

Rebecca Rebecca climbed out of her car. The pub was packed with people because it was two dollar beer night. Thursday night was college night, and all the University of Houston students enjoyed a release. She remembered all too well having many Thursday nights at Barney’s. She pulled her coat tighter and walked toward the front door, a nagging sensation about Parker’s warning eating at her. She didn’t want to text Jason. It seemed like a controlling, silly thing to do.

** Allen stared intently at the liquid he was brewing. He stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of his fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden colour. Perfect, he thought as he decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Allen emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of his products, he thought with a smile. He glanced up when his wards went off, a few seconds before a portal opened into the room.

It's the first thing out her mouth, and on instinct, she's moving to peer over the tall male's shoulder. Even with the spirit-thing shifting to hide what's in the pot, Alina quickly sees the disaster with a startled noise in the back of her throat. Black Tar is a hazy reminiscent of what should be oatmeal (or so she thinks). The brew bubbling and no doubt toxic, when Claec and her both flinch at a disgustingly large bubble that forms—only to pop with a wretched burnt smell. How in the world--.

Noah asked again. Brianna flipped her hair and gave Noah a flirty smile, “Spirytus Vodka. But I don’t think that they’ll be dead because of that cheap alcohol. Weeds like them are the hardest to kill. If you pull them out, they’ll eventually grow when the time comes,” Brianna answered.

The embers flickered quietly, crackling as flies circled around the campfire. The scent of burnt wood clung to the breeze. We gathered around the flames, silent in thought, our drinks in hand. While I sipped on my apple juice, my eyes fell on Knox. He was drinking too much again — his hand wrapped tightly around the beer can, the liquid disappearing faster than it should.