Vampire Potion Novels & Stories

I almost spit it out, It tasted way too bitter. “Ew what is this?”. I squeeze my face in disgust. Aunt Aurora chuckled and patted my shoulder. "I know it's not the most pleasant taste, but trust me, it's effective. That's a rare potion made from the extract of the Witch's Thorn plant. It'll mask your scent and energy signature, making it harder for the vampire to track you." I made a face, still trying to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. "Well, I hope it works. I don't want to be stuck here when he comes looking for me."

I said softly, reaching for the glass on the small table beside his bed. My fingers trembled as I uncorked the small vial Carla had given me, pouring the faintly glowing liquid into the glass. “This is a healing potion,” I explained, meeting his eyes. “It should help your body fight the venom. Hopefully, you’ll recover soon.” Damon didn’t speak. He simply nodded once, his fingers closing around the glass with visible effort. He exhaled slowly after finishing the potion and looked at me, a faint, tired smile touching his lips.

Shier hollered and hit her with the whip one more time. “Argh—Da—” Becca flinched when another lash hit her. “The vampire potion, isn’t that what the vampire wants? That potion was created by your godmother, who was a four-hundred and eighty-year-old vampire, and she was your mother’s best friend. She injected the potion into your mother when she was pregnant with you. That woman put my wife in danger!” Shier yelled and continued hitting her, as Becca had tears leaching out of her eyes.

“Because I see the way you look at him. The longing in your eyes. I just want to give you the one thing you’ve always wanted.” My heart thudded in my chest. “How will you do that?” She stretched her hand forward, and a small glass bottle appeared in her palm. I stared at it, frowning. “This,” she said. “It’s not just any love potion. It’s ten times stronger. Designed especially for a Lycan. Their blood resists normal spells and potions, so I created this one just for him. One drop in his drink, and within twenty four hours, he’ll fall for you like never before.”

I don’t think they ever open the front doors. “Can you both focus?” Lydia cuts in. “How are you going to help us?” Ivy reaches into the pocket of her red dress and pulls out a glass vial with a sickly pale green liquid inside. “This is an enchanted sleeping potion. It will put you into a death-like sleep. As far as anyone can will be able to tell, even vampires, you’ll appear to be actually dead while just being in a nice, deep sleep.” Lydia stares at the glass vial warily. “How do you wake me up?”

It would be corrupt. A rare alchemical brew I’d stolen from one of Sebastian’s own warlocks—a volatile serum that would induce hallucinations, delusions, or violent hysteria depending on the drinker’s inner demons. One drop was enough. One sip could turn the mightiest into trembling wreckage. I had coated the rim of one single goblet. The one that would go to Councilwoman Vespera—a high-born vampire witch whose influence could tip the vote on the soul-bond ritual. She was powerful, but arrogant.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

A potion Kaelith perfected long ago and thoroughly enjoyed using on me. Just as shifters are weak to silver, vampires fall to a stab from oak, an incubi’s healing is put into very slow motion when Ormbre Tar is involved. This is about to hurt like fucking hell. Though I tell myself to hold still to get this over with quicker, I can't help but instinctively struggle as Azrien helps Elyraeth pry open my mouth to cut out my tongue, and even Veyiron the reaper of the dead can bear me weakness that nothing is as painful as this.

He continued speaking after observing their expressions, his voice sounding extremely excited. "Do not be afraid, just trust your master!," Lihont said with a dark smile. "This is a very special potion that I made myself using the power of the shadows and It is not poisonous. It will give you immense powers that you cannot even imagine. If you drink this, your skin will be like iron and your strength will be like a giant's. You will be feared by all the werewolves and humans, and you will be honored by me as my greatest generals after we win the war tonight."

He smirked into his tea. Sevrin glanced down at his cup like it might bite him. “Do vampires even drink tea?” “No,” Azric said without looking up. “I just want to feel included.” Sevrin took a sip—and immediately choked. Coughed. Gagged. Smacked his chest with his fist. Nyra blinked. “What in the nine hells—” He finally got his breath back and wheezed, “What’s in this?” “Bloodroot, herbs to keep your magic from flaring, and a little lemon zest,” she said sweetly.