Vampire Potion Novels & Stories

– 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

Vampires don’t always like their lot in life, and many chose to live as humans as best they could. Muttering a chant to Khonsu under my breath, harnessing the power surge through me while I prepare the potion, I can feel tingling in my nerve endings, a sign it’s coming together. I touch the edge of the bowl with a practiced zap, igniting the contents in a black puff of smoke that hovers above the vessel and smells strongly of cinders and ash. A forest fire. Guiding the cloud carefully and expertly with the bowl, forward towards our goal, and then with my fingertips until it hovers around Cornel’s face. I move and sway it around him until he can’t escape it and has no choice but to breathe th

It sounded normal. Stepping again, this time in between bottles, I watched another wave go out. I held up the bag I still had in my hand. What the hell was this shit? Morgan had said it was a mixture of wolfsbane, vampire venom, and pixie dust. But that it was making vampires go crazy.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Elizabeth didn’t look for this hint like the other students. “As far as I know, more powerful than garlic is the potion called ‘burning silver’ or ‘silver flames’, as some call it. Unlike potions that contain garlic and keep the vampire away from the person who got such a potion, ‘silver flames’ can hurt it very badly. They burn the vampire.”

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

, She screamed out powerfully as there was a thundered and they all cheered, "This is hope" "Now I want you all to make a very nice straight line and into four places, I will be offering the potion to you now", she stared as she was going to approach each vampire, individually. She needed no help, she would do it by herself and so Ayena poured a measured amount of potion into her ceremonial chalice and them passed the chalice to each vampire for them to take a sip. And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis".

It was weird how quickly a forest truce with a vampire could become part of your new normal. “Here,” I said, sliding the tincture across to her. “Peppermint, lemon balm, and just a little feverfew. Mix a few drops in your tea. No bog smell.” “You’re a lifesaver,” she said, tucking the bottle into her bag. “Also, you didn’t deny the moonlight brooding.” “That’s because I’m not giving you more ammunition than you already have.” Her smile widened, but it faded a little when her gaze lingered on me.

His eyes were hazy, the grey of his blue-grey eyes seemingly vanished beneath the blue that looked even darker as the light from the fireplace illuminated his face. "What did you do to him?" I breathed, my eyes stuck on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Nothing extraordinary. You see, when I woke up with the realization that he'd stolen my gifts from me and replaced it with immortality, I set out to study the anatomy of my new body. Like wolfsbane, the mountain ash grinded into powder and liquefied is potent for vampires. Add a little something I call the paralytic juice, it's a secret and voila. Psychically and physically weakened. He's too busy trying to keep his thoughts st