Spell Jar Recipes Novels & Stories

Luna teases, her lips twitching as she throws me a smile, clearly holding back laughter. “Uhm… uhm, let me try again.” Jasper rummages through his bag one more time, muttering under his breath as glass clinks softly. “I got it, yeah,” he exclaims suddenly, straightening as he pulls out a small, fish-like container. “Have this, Talia; it’s a scientific soap. It will wipe the smoke off your body and return your normal color.”

third was Paramigini The Dragon of Knowledge… lastly it was Draco’s owns piece… I kept staring at small disfigured pendant that was Dangling in Draco neck when he interrupted my though and suddenly questioned me “Jasmine… do you know how to break spell of Jaruda?” His words brought me back to reality and I sighed deeply before answering him “I remember reading about it in Grandmother book.... this spell can be broken with a unique potion… but preparing that liquid is very complicated as… as it can take up to day to mature” “How long will it take for you to prepare that potion” Draco questioned me

** There are a total of Twelve jars here and I'd like for you to do three thigs for me, One tell me which ones are poisonous and which ones have healing qualities, Two tell me their names and Three what can they heal ** { okay, simple enough } She walked over to the table and looked at the jars one by one then placed them down on the table, Eight on one side and Four on the other side then turned to look at us { These Eight : Night Shade, Blood Grass, Thistle Dew, Rowdy Thorn, Jadedhorn, Wodstart, Hoghew and Gnasham are poison plants while these Four : Honeylily, Willowslade, Sunnyvein and Heartsap are healing plants, with Honeylilly and Willowslade being the cures for Blood Grass and Night

“We have to combine all the ingredients together, except for the water and let it sit for about an hour.” I did as told and combined all the ingredients, letting them sit for the time needed. The hour passed and I added the water. Mixing all the ingredients and draining the liquid into a blue cobalt jar, I covered it with a blue cloth. I could see the glow it had, before it dimmed right after, ready to be stored. “I need to get some fresh air,” I said, heading out of the alchemy room, taking a jar without them noticing once again and headed to my bedroom.

I can feel your teeth chattering like footsteps on a rainy day. What, what did that analogy have to do with anything? She finishes her mixture, then pulls a cup from the cabinet and pours some of the concoction into it. "Parsley, ginger, red peas, fargleweed, cabbage and tawniberries. Pretty normal ingredients, except for the ginger berries, until mixed for thirty minutes, boiled for ten minutes, then left to rot for three days. Now it serves as a concoction that is so potent that you can't drink but a sip before the agony catches up with you. This is the first step to get rid of your companion. After explaining, she takes a dropper and dips it into the cup. I can only think of one thing.

The whispers receded, replaced by a heavy numbness. She slumped to the floor, cradling the jar as if it were the only thing tethering her to reality. “Make it stop,” she murmured, her voice slurred. “Just make it all stop.” She stilled for a moment, until she felt a wave of heat spreading across her being, spreading to her core. It turned out she had drunk a full jar of fire wine, and half a jar of aqua vitae, a distilled liquor made from grain, fruits, herbs, which was stronger than mead.

"Begin." Armand moved first. Fast. Confident. His hands grabbed the jar of lavender, the bottle of honey, egg yolks, heavy cream. Every measurement was timed with military precision. He had done this hundreds of times in his head. Harper did not move. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds. Mateo held his breath. Then Harper smiled. Her hands reached for the same ingredients. Egg yolks. Cream. Wild honey. Lavender. But then—and this made Armand glance over from the corner of his eye—Harper reached for two extra ingredients from the premium spice rack.