Spell Recipe Novels & Stories

Leo asks her and then I look at Zeo but from the look on his face, it looks like he already knows what the missing ingredient is and it isn't good. “No, I got all the herbs that I needed, Zeo was of great help in that part, but for this last ingredient, only Lena can help with it.” Freya says. “I don't understand, how can I help with it?” I ask her. “The last ingredient is a binding agent, to bring the spell together and that binding agent is your blood Lena.” She tells me. “I don't understand.” I tell her, I'm shocked and confused.

I accused and rise to my feet. "How is this my fault?" Cylester questions following after me as I walked over to the cauldron. The sparks had settled down and what was left was a now green liquid in the pot. "Your saliva mixed with the herb made it more extreme." I told him and bent down to sniff the potion I had created. It smelled of pepper. Good it was done. "Or maybe my saliva was the missing ingredient." He answers and jumps on the counter beside the pot. "This definitely is not a pleasing scent." He complained, stretching.

Now that I’m a council elder, I need to cast stronger spells. I also need to pass the remaining tests from the other three council members before my induction into the council is complete. Incantations flew from my lips and my fingers sprinkled ingredients into a large cauldron filled with boiling water. Dragon scales, benzoin, pixie dust, bear’s paw, mermaid’s tear, motherwort leaves and ghost orchids. I paused, trying to remember the final ingredient, tapping the side of my cheek with my forefinger. My eyes scanned the room, flitting from one shelf to another until it landed on the final ingredient which I had brought in a few days ago.

“Come on. You’re going to like this.” "Potions?" I asked, eyes wide. He nodded. “Today’s theme is brewing confidence tonics. Irony, huh?” I looked at the ingredients: honey, lemon balm, rose petals, a twist of dried thyme. “I’ve never made anything magical before.” Neil smiled. “Sure you have. You just didn’t know it. Magic’s in your blood. It doesn’t have to be flashy.” We sat side-by-side as the instructor passed out enchanted measuring spoons that sparkled when dipped. Neil walked me through each step, his hands steady, his voice soothing. I fumbled once and spilled dried marigold petals across the table.

As long as one managed to acquire all the needed ingredients, concocting the Flask de Amore should be as easy as a piece of cake. All they have to do is to mix all the ingredients together inside a cauldron while letting it sit over the fire for a predetermined span of a couple of minutes. Add some chanting and a little singing here and there, and Voila! You had your own love liqueur ready to use. In fact, even the spell that they have to chant is so simple and easy to memorize. Compare to the usual tongue twister-like and foreign words that they were using during spell casting.

I wasn’t sure which of the two would be worse. “What do you need for this spell?” she whispered. In the dark, with her hair hanging down over her eyes, she looked downright – what was it Hyacinth had said earlier? Ah, that was it: ooky-spooky. Marcella looked downright ooky-spooky as I handed her the list. “You’re in luck. I think we’ve got all of that, although the lemon will have to be dried peel, too. We obviously don’t have anything fresh.” “Do you think that will still work?” It was hard for me to get my voice to go as quiet as hers, so I just went back to mindlinking her instead. ‘The dried fruit, I mean.’

She hurriedly grabbed her shoulder bag and went to the kitchen. After cooking the concoction, she added the archangelica into the hot mixture and waited a little before putting out the flames. With her hands hovering over the pot of concoction, she felt the warmth soothe her palm as she whispered a spell and added a bit into a small glass jar.

I tell her seriously, “We’ve got your back!” “Excellent, thank you,” she replies, “Amber, I need you to mix the white bottle with the herbs in that small jar. Levi, you’re going to combine the green jar and the yellow bottle.” We set about combining our ingredients, and I’m surprised when my mixture bubbles, and the fragrant aroma of baking bread wafts from my bowl. “That’s exactly what’s supposed to happen,” Hope tells me with a grin, “Well done! You’ve just made a spell to protect us from killing curses!”

She came as soon as she was called, she did not hesitate. “We want the spirits to rest, how do we go about it?” Mr Phenyo asked. “We need a few ingredients.I can write them down.” said Veronica, trembling. “What are those ingredients?” I asked. “Black salt,a blue and white crystal,monkey’s fur and incense. Said Veronica. “Mika and Katleho will accompany you to a store where you will get the items,then you will return back here to help us reverse the spell.” Mr Phenyo said firmly. Veronica nodded and they all left.

Seraphina cocked an eyebrow at him, “No, I am assertive and this is important, for all of us.” Achilles blushed at being scolded by Seraphina, “Fine, I’ll get your coffee but, I’m not putting any clothes on,” he pulled a tongue at her. Seraphina chuckled, “You are a child.” Achilles left in a huff without another word. Seraphina continued to scribble down the rest of the spell and then began rifling through the herbs around her. She gathered lavender, thyme, cinnamon and peppermint and began to muddle them into a fine powder. She took a bottle of lemon oil and mixed with the powder to create a paste.