Vampire Potion Novels & Stories

Caled asked. "What potion are you talking about?" the vampire asked. "Do you really have time to deceive me? The potion you applied to your body is running out. Do you know what will happen when the sun hits you?" Caled said. "I don't know! Whatever I applied to my body was just given to me!" "Who gave it to you?" The vampire remained silent, and Caled seemed to be running out of patience. He quickly grabbed the vampire by the neck and lifted him up, exposing it to the sunlight. The vampire's skin quickly burned, and the vampire screamed in intense pain.

Then a scream of pain. “Son of a bitch!!!” the little one screamed as the euphoria of the bite left her, and the pain of stopping it and killing the being that had given her the pleasure tripled her pain. He watched as she took off her black long-sleeve shirt, looking around until she found a precious vase. He stared. She wouldn’t... sure enough, she went over and began vomiting black goo into a Ming dynasty vase that had been priceless before that little thing was even born, and now she was vomiting into it. He watched her purge herself of the virus in an almost fascinating mix of horror and anger at her unabashed use of one of his priceless things, then just as quickly, she pulled out a li

I forced it out. “A Vampire.” He completed the statement for me. “There is a potion,” I continued, my voice barely holding together. “My mother used to make it. It has certain ingredients, specific ones. Without it I cannot stay in direct sunlight for long. My skin starts to peel. It spreads. And then I….” I stopped again. “Die,” he said simply. “Yes, Alpha.” He was quiet. He reached forward and picked up his wine cup from the table and took a slow sip. He was still not fully facing me. I stood behind him and watched his shoulders and tried to read something, anything, from the way he was holding himself.

I would sort myself out once I leave Riven's presence "I think Caelen didn't get the full memo for the event. Tonight, the Vampires would be going very wild as ths king has sprayed Metraphoralzd. It's a kind of potion that gets vampires in the mood to hook up and mate with each other. The only being who might not be affected by this powerful potion is humans." I frowned deeply. "What the...why will he do such a thing without the consent of the people?" "Well, he does it every party. It's just that there could have been a mistake today that it happened very early."

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

She gave me a bottle of concentrated nightshade as well. “Nightshade is similar to wolfs-bane, toxic for the vampire race. It will help you subdue King Trevor to kill him easily.” I sincerely thanked her and began my mission; the disguise of a maid helped me to blend into the crowd. The priest’s speech about the bounty of soulmates allowed me to deal with Sylvia first. It was a fact that vampires would shred me into pieces after murdering their King, so it was my last chance to correct my stupid mistakes. After serving random guests, I presented the poisoned juice to Sylvia, cursing her inwardly. As she was absorbed in the rituals of the ceremony, she picked up the glass and brought it to he

Her beautiful eyes closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as she covered Miren's eyes. Then, all of a sudden, there was a blinding light that flashed through the air, and the sharp knife pierced through Drake's heart. A river of fresh black blood began to flow, and within the glimmering darkness, there began to appear minuscule golden particles that were brimming with magic. A peculiar liquid began to emerge from Drake's body, and this liquid was the most valuable thing that a royal vampire could possess. Miren's hand became drenched in blood as it gushed out from the wound.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Nirvana reached out to a shelf to her left without glancing and drew down a green glass vial, stoppered with an inexpensive cork. "See here, Knight, the vile venom that cured the villagers of the pox and stopped it spreading to their wife and their lovers. See here," she positioned the first aside and drew another vial, this one brown, murky fluid swashing deliberately within. "Poison indeed! But with the vampire, this little murky vial was deadly. This would make them vulnerable. This might be a cure for any human from poison, but for the dark creatures, this was their nemesis. And I believe you might want to have this right? But this one here, a silver vial, can steal the reason of good wi