Vampire Potion Novels & Stories

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

I gasped when I looked at my wet fingers. Paul lifted my chin and looked down into my face. With his thumb he touched one of my tears. "Kim …" My tears were clear. They were no longer blood. "What's happening to me?" I moaned. He examined his wet finger. "I don't know, but do you think …" I shook my head. I didn't want him to jinx it by saying it out loud. Was it possible that a Vampire dead over a year could become human again?

But at the end, she will claim him as hers. "Makerr rebartua hamenis" She whispered, staring at the potion, she had made a black witch potion, a wolfsbane mixed with a vampires blood and a silver, these was the best weapon that could be used against a she wanted to see how strong the alpha was. But there was no doubt he would die. These potion would kill his wolf and she will then claim him as hers. Without wasting any time, she punctured the syringe on his neck, bringing it out quickly.

I muttered as Arthur stepped closer to the contents laughing, after a minute or two he pulled out a small vile and handed it to me. "What is it he asked?" as I carefully opened the cork top and sniffed it. "I smell Dill for its lulling and soothing properties, lavender and rosemary have love properties, deadly nightshade for numbing anaesthetic properties, a small amount of monkshood which is a wolf poision. There is other stuff but I am certain it's a potion to suppress her emotion, her wolf, numb her to be suggestive and submissive with a bit of a love potion in the mix." I said as surprise and fury crossed over me.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

"Where would be the fun in that?" "What do you want?" Bernadette demanded, her voice stronger than she felt. "Moonfang venom," Meredith said simply, as if asking for tea. "I need you to make that for me." Bernadette's breath caught in her throat. Moonfang venom was one of the most deadly potions known to witches - a cruel concoction that could poison a lycan's blood with a single drop. It weakened them, slowed their healing to a crawl, and most horrifically, made shifting impossible. Meredith must have done extensive research to know about this particular potion.

I had never thought I would see him so scared, so afraid of something in my life. But I was witnessing it, and I didn't want it to stop. “Get me a spoon, somebody. We have to stop him from gritting his teeth to death. Please, help me.” His voice was something in between a plea and an order. And with superhuman speed, I was in the kitchen, retrieving a metal spoon. I was basically mocking them. I knew he wasn't going to survive. Not even the strongest wolf could survive such a potion. It was a potion made with sweat, with hate, with revenge. It was a potion that was meant to kill and destroy. There was no going back now, it was going to achieve the purpose for which it was created.

The secretary hesitates, but in a matter of seconds of glaring at her, she’s forced to step away, leaving me alone. With a swift, practiced motion, I pull out the vial from my bag and uncork it, a scent of heady sweetness filling the air. The potion is made out of a forbidden masterpiece created by the werewolf-witch hybrids of ancient times, a union of desire and darkness that pulses with a life of its own. I tilt the vial over one of the coffee cups, a single drop falling like a drop of starlight into the dark abyss. "He will be mine," I whisper to myself, my voice screaming with determination and anticipation. "Body and soul."

The creepy-eyed witch said. “What is Darhana?” I asked. “Well, it is a cocktail-like potion made of poitin, absinthe and wolfsbane. If he were a regular werewolf, he would at least be in a comma, or, more likely, he would’ve been dead by now. I am puzzled how his Lycan is still in control after this amount of Darhana, especially given that he is in his human form. Take him to the stretcher in my tent, and I will make the concoction.”