Vampire Potion Novels & Stories

I was going ahead of myself, although it didn't stop me from thinking of what I'd do I'd get my hands on Ravenna. When the vampires were done with me and I was teetering on the edge of life and death, the vampire Lord, satisfied with my suffering, warned me saying, “The potion that you're holding in your palm is an eternal attachment elixir, it could be added to a drink or food, or rub on your body. Though that will get you aroused. You only have to make sure the person ingests it. Once it is consumed by the person you're pining after, you must have sex with that person forty-eight hours after it has been given, or else it wouldn't work. Also, you need to think about it carefully because you

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

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.

I whispered, blinking as Vaelor looked down at me, his fangs out and blood dripping past his lips as his eyes burned red with ecstasy. His hand slid gently through my hair. "It’s my vampire potion,” he said softly. “It’s an aphrodisiac." My eyes widened as I tried to pull away but my body barely responded. “I don’t want this.” I said, feeling warm and hot between my legs and tears ran down my cheeks. The tears wouldn’t stop. “I don’t want you.” He smiled down at me. “I know.” His hand brushed my cheek. A touch that made my skin crawl.

“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.”

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.

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.

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."