Vampire Potions Novels & Stories

Like us, the merchant never revealed his identity to us, although we found it out anyway. Once, at home, I made a potion using a full-blood vampire’s blood that I bought from Owl. I made poison for full-blood vampires. In the books, it was said that it was almost impossible to brew a potion that would hurt a vampire, or even kill it. But I made it possible. I was seventy percent sure of the potion’s success. I sold it to Owl on my own since Leo was not with me. I got the most money selling that poison. I never thought it was Demian who bought it from Owl. The specialty of the poison was that it was a slow-killer so you would not even notice something was wrong initially.

Frankly speaking, it's in the nature of vampires to have the constant urge to kill. "I don't know what you have there but if it's something harmful to Ashley, then I suggest you put it away before you do something that'll cost us our lives." Maverick adviced, after a moment of silence. "This right here is called vervain. I'm sure you must've heard of it." Willow filled him in again, still having her eyes pinned on the bottle. This time, she stared at it like it was the apple of her eyes, "I found a way to make it colourless and as far as it is in this bottle, it can't be sniffed out. Even you didn't know what it was."

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

“Black. Voss. Good form. Keep it up.” **Supernatural Chemistry & Physics – 2:30 p.m.** Lecture hall again—Professor Krane back, this time on alchemical reactions between vampire blood and human physiology. “Golden ichor,” she said, projecting a slide of ancient texts. “Mythical substance. Divine blood. Rare. Volatile. Accelerates healing, amplifies power, but unstable in non-divine hosts. Causes fever, hallucinations, organ failure if not balanced.” My hand tightened on Elara’s under the table.

I asked him, and he sat beside me. "It tastes like blood but does not feel like real blood; those drugs are only available to low-breed vampires. We didn't need it because we could get food anywhere." Danrious exclaimed, and I smacked him on the head. "You're such a jerk, Rious. We're not allowed to kill anymore. Have you forgotten?" He sighed as I said this. "So why not? We're purebloods; we don't need to hide from humans, and we could just do what we've always done to our maids. Why don't you want to get rid of Runo? Tsk!" I smacked him again.

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.

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