Spell Recipe Novels & Stories

I pointed my finger and Micheal seemed troubled as he got on his feet again. " taught you, Spells, like what? " He was serious all of a sudden, clenching his hand on the spear. " Aging spell, immortality spell, healing, growing plants, I also wash the dishes without washing them, you know what I mean. " I smiled, grateful I have such unique powers. However, Michael didn't smile. " What else he taught you? " I feel bad all of a sudden. " I'm not in trouble, am I? I never hurt anyone. "

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.

"Okay. Let's add a wolfsbane leaves, Juice of 2 Mandrake leaves, 3 drops of dragon blood,1 powdered moonstone, 2 drops of Syrup of Hellebore, 3 Murt lap tentacles, Juice of 7 Sopophorous Bean, and finally, 1 Occamy egg, and we are done." Queen mentioned each ingredient as she turned the mixture, making sure to crush the leaves in the mortar. Bewildered, Ava watched as a blue smoke erupted from the mixture and began rising in the air.

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.

Leighton said solemnly. Aislen could not tell if he lied. She slid a look at Meguitte, whose face was still, and yet Aislen could tell. Meguitte did not believe him. “How do we release them?” Aislen asked Meguitte. “It is not easy,” Meguitte replied avoiding Leighton’s eyes and fixing her gaze on Aislen instead. “Some ingredients are esoteric. It might take a while. He has told us how to end the spell but will not reveal his secret spots where he stores the ingredients necessary to do so.”