Something's Brewing Too Novels & Stories

Something to undo this. The faded ink blurs as my fingers run over spells and remedies, but there’s nothing. No counter-recipe. Nothing for the Titan’s Brew. A cold wave of anxiety settles in my stomach. No antidote? No way to weaken the effects? I move quickly, grabbing herbs from the shelf. If the book won’t help, I’ll figure something out myself. I crush star anise, lavender, and a pinch of salt, mixing them into water as I mutter under my breath.

Junnev accepts and takes a hearty chug, squeezing his face as the concoction boils down his throat like lava. “The fuck is this?!” “Ginger ale mixed with bourbon and a pinch of cheap whiskey.” Junnev was aghast, “What the fuck sort of concoction is that?!!” “The kind that'd keep you awake on cold lonely nights, force you to listen to your miseries and learn from them before you hit the snooze button like an old sailor's lamp,blown out by an impending storm.” “That doesn't make any sense.” “It shouldn't kid.” Burkely passes the poisoned concoction to Junnev again who accepts, raising the flask with a tip to Burkely.

Efficient. I held it up to the candlelight, watching the fine silver powder shift like sand. My jaw clenched. I thought about Alpha Bastien. I thought about my grandfather and it filled me with nothing but insidious rage. I still had to brew tea. I still had to let that creep whisper vile things in my ear and touch me. “You like how I brew my tea?” I whispered, voice shaking. I stared at the bottle and dropped it on the table. “Let’s brew some fucking tea.”

"Uh, coke, seven-up, water, tea and uh, beer." why don't we just do what we've come into the room to do

I asked as we both went to the kitchen "So far none. Josh and I went there and saw no one, though we saw some traces that proves Keziah's statements. Like the abandoned building that had some used weapons and stocks of bombs. We just didn't see anything that connects to the leader." He explained and pour some water into the glass. I, on the other hand, was looking at the fridge for some ideas for dinner. "So what would you conclude about that?" I asked and took some meat out, decided to cook some beef steak.

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

It's about to go down. Some forbidden, slow burn love is about to happen. Just make sure you grab on so you are not left out on this spontaneous ride. 🍑😁😅💜

Ava looked really scared like she would cry any minute from now. "You'd be fine baby, "I reassured her as I held her hands tight. "Make sure the alcohol dries before plunging in the needle. Then remove the paper from the pod, there you will see an adhesive part of the pod. Ava are you ready? "Ava nodded she looked as if she wasn't ready, I squeezed her hands reassuring her. "Then you plunge in the needle. "

Felix and I sat down next to his raised red couch, and several werewolves swarmed us with trays of iced drinks and fruit. I heard something bubble and saw a long bronze contraption with a hose connected to it. The glass vase at the bottom frothed with white smoke and bubbling water inside. Prince Bruess held the hose in his hand, and he slipped the end between his golden muzzle and into his lips. He inhaled deeply, and spicy sweet clouds of unda escaped from his lips. Like peas in a peapod, I thought. If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were.

She finally finds what she's looking for. She puts Thyme, Catnip and Yarrowin a bowl and hangs it on a rack over the fire. When the water starts to get steam, she adds someliquorice root and stirs into a smooth batter. She then fills a spoon with the warm brew and asks Cain to lift Brage's head up. She brings the spoon to his lips, but Brage tosses his head back and forth. "Please, Brage, you have to try to drink this. Help me, help you," she pleads.