The Salt Fix Novels & Stories

The male witch’s position was made known as his body flickered, disappearing and reappearing simultaneously until he appeared. “Salt. It nullified their power.” Edward gave to me the bag of salt right before he lunged towards the male witch. I buried my hand inside the plastic bag and estimated the female witch’s location. I took few steps back and assessed, concentrated on my hearing to any sound of movement that the female witch makes.

Damian rarely eats in the morning, but with the hour creeping toward midday it feels safer to assume he might. Better to have food ready than nothing at all. None of us really enjoy oatmeal. It is warm and filling but soft and bland in a way that makes everyone sigh. That is why the salt exists. The magic salt. There is still plenty left from the batch made months ago. Back then Caleb was barely eating. Every meal felt like a battle. A little magic helped convince him food was worth it again. Eventually he asked for his own small stash. Saying no never felt like an option. One condition came with it though. The salt could not become a habit. Too much of it could pull a person in deeper than

“Uh… what?” ~Salt is more than just for making meat tasty. It has a lot of uses that most people aren’t aware of. They’re also used for soap.~ “Wait, what? That’s a lie.” David gave Elizabeth a deadpan look. ~No, it’s the truth.~ Elizabeth’s face paled as she realized that her only form of hygiene would disappear if their salt supply was to disappear. “... What else?” ~It also helps us preserve a large amount of meat we get when we hunt. It prevents spoilage and allows us to store our food. And if we ever find ice, we can use rock salt to extend its lifespan.~

And then he speaks. “I couldn't be mistaken…” he says slowly. “She looks exactly like a girl I know so well...Salt.” My blood runs cold.

"I am going to talk to my kin about how to best protect us" When Siri is gone, Gudrun collects her runes and bends over the cloth, while Marta grabs her coat and walks outside. I go find a big bucket of salt and start filling some pouches we can carry on our belts and I remember what Siri told me about salt being one of earth's greatest gifts. Our bodies need salt to survive and it can keep food edible for much longer. Salt is used for protection, they had used salt to protect my mother's house, no creature of darkness can cross a salt protection spell without an invitation.

The scene was utter chaos until the security team ran up the stage and forcefully removed Michael, Jennifer, Oliver, and Annie from the symposium. Thereafter, the symposium resumed. The only difference was that Martin became the doctor in charge of the dissection of Lorelei's body, instead of Michael. The medical symposium for rare diseases came to a successful end. Through the dissection of Lorelei's cadaver, they found a way to eradicate this rare disease, and this helped to promote research on a cure for this rare disease. After Martin stitched Lorelei's cadaver back up, he, along with the rest of the medical personnel present, observed a one-minute silence for her.

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

"It’s not the Iron Trust. It’s... natural. Or at least, it’s not coming from a machine." ​"The Salt-Flats aren't just a desert, Maya," Ren said from the backseat, where he was cleaning a long-range rifle. "They’re a graveyard for old magic. Before the cities were built, the shifters used to come here to 'reset.' The salt acts as a natural dampener for the Force."

Count David had a sudden realization that the Riel before him was no longer the frail child he had seen when Lisa departed Whitepalace Castle that day. "Ah, the opulent Salt Trade," Count David murmured. "Indeed," I confirmed with a nod. "May I inquire as to the origin of this salt? Is it sourced from within your jurisdiction?" Count David persisted. "Indeed, it is," came the response. There were no salt mines within my territory. In truth, this was not salt, but rather MSG. However, the inhabitants of this realm are unable to discern between salt and MSG, and are largely unfamiliar with the latter.

“What are you doing?” I drank the salty water and shivered as my body tried to reject it. “Sea salt helps to purify, so I figured why not drink a glass to help purify my body from everything.” I shrugged. “It can’t hurt.” I added a few springs of herbs into the bowl and closed my eyes. “Ifta nota wal spiritian flo sta bint tor fa shen.” I dropped the last thing into the bowl, a few leaves of basil, and opened my eyes. “Agin tor kin thista dor.” I repeated the words three times and waited. And waited.