The Genie In A Bottle 소설 & 이야기

Phil glared at Pristine and said, “Apparently, Pristine’s research was wrong. Becca doesn’t have the vampire potion and the potion is actually in the vampire world.” “But my theorie—” Pristine was roughly cut off by Phil. “How can the vampire potion be in the human world, Pristine? For God’s sake, admit that you made such a big mistake.” “But if Becca doesn’t have the potion, what about the poison in h—” Alexander stopped midway when he felt someone stomped on his foot with a high sharp-pointed heel. He snapped his head towards his right, where Vanessa was standing. “Just stay quiet,” Vanessa hissed as Phil scolded Pristine for quite some time.

This man before them was too magical to describe in words. Deril gave the bottle back to Fewa. “This potion has become an eternal potion that will never run out. You can use it as much as you want. But this potion can’t be transferred to another bottle or container. This potion is only eternal and will never run out if it remains in this bottle.”

There was only one exception. Jewel suddenly gathered courage and asked, "You are the heir of the Browns, who would dare to treat you like this? Doesn't anyone in your family care?" The man walked slowly into the study and sat on his own black leather swivel chair. With a poker face, he coldly asked, "Jewel, do you know what is inside this bottle?" When Jewel was curious, she suddenly saw a grid on the opposite wall pop out. The grid opened, revealing a glowing glass bottle. Inside the glass bottle was formalin and a fiery red... tongue.

Time to find a scapegoat. I sent for my personal soldier and gave him the little bottle. " Do you know what is in there?" I pointed at the bottle in his hands. " No Sire." He shook his head. " And you don't need to know." I stroked my lips slowly " That bottle is extremely tiny and fragile. It's the most dangerous thing in the world… not really. But the fun fact about that little glass in your hands, is that it holds just one drop of the liquid.

"He gave me an offer that I just can't decline. With the help of these two bottles, I can increase the hall's power by a far stretch." "What are those? Let me see!" The Great Elder took the bottles and looked inside. It was followed by a huge gasp. "Oh, my god! Is this real? The bottles are filled with second-grade alchemical pills. Oh, my god! Is he an idiot? Why did he give us? Isn't it better if he keeps it for himself?" "Are you serious? Let me see! Let me see!" Elaine quickly took the bottles away from the Great Elder. The moment she saw it, she was shocked too. "Oh, blimey! It's real. And they are all elite-quality!"

She cried. "Oye, what is he trying to do?" Govind asked her. "That bottle has a genie trapped in it," She replied him. "A... What?" Govind could not believe his ears. Genies exist? He was perplexed at the thought. Agnitejas removed the lid of the bottle, and suddenly, the place was filled with smoke. We all started coughing when it got into our lungs. "What the fuck?" I reacted. "Look above!" Surya cried when he spotted something above our heads.

Taking a small bottle out of his pocket, he dropped five drops of the liquid into his glass and walked back to me. What the heck was that? What did he mix in the soda? I hope he doesn't have something ugly going on in his pretty head. I sat straight with my heart racing in my chest and gazed at him with furrowed brows, "What is that?" "Soda," He plainly said. "In soda..." I asked with a quirked brow. He sat on his seat and sighed, "Nick brought some kind of medicine from Genevieve, the witch. This is some kind of spelled potion to protect me from having those visions... Aches or any kind of suffering that I get after trying to recollect anything about my past."

Kiran guessed that Caleb hadn’t returned from Kirksby Town yet since he had driven all night to get there. Kiran dropped the young priest and started searching the room. Soon, his eyes landed on a red bottle. It was a purple bottle, but the red inside was so intense that it overshadowed the purple and shone through. The red light from the bottle seemed to carry endless resentment and vengeful spirits, sending chills down Kiran’s spine before igniting his anger. “Sorcerer!” Kiran cursed and grabbed the bottle.

The silence was deafening. “Your wishes were up,” the genie whispered as it vanished into nothingness. I scrambled up, grabbing at the empty air. “You tricked me! You are the devil!“ The lamp lay on the floor, cold and inert. The final wish had been used. The genie was no longer respond. It would never respond again. And then, the horror settled in, heavier than the cancer itself. It had tricked me into wasting my last wish on a question the genie was never bound to answer, leaving me with nothing.

She puts it to my lips and the sour liquid pours into my mouth. The drink makes me want to throw up. She quickly removes the bottle from my lips and watches me silently. My eyes begin to clear gradually and Vivian gets me some water to drink. "No, don't give her that yet, it will dilute the effect of the drug," Genevieve says, stopping her. In less than a minute, I regained full consciousness. "What was that?" I ask Genevieve. "Some magicians cast spells on their belongings to prevent malicious people from having access to them."