Novel & Cerita Vampire Potions

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.”

“Starting tonight I want you to drink 2 sips from this. Just come back to me whenever the vial gets empty for a refill.” Damon looked at the glass vial, it’s about 4inch long and 2 inches in diameter, it has a thin neck and a cork stoppage. Its design looks old and ornate. He can see Dark red fluid inside. He turned it around trying to examine it more. The Liquid turns into brown and back to dark red depending on the light bouncing on the glass vial. “What is it?” “In my research, I have not found a direct solution to counter the venom of the werewolf’s bite, it’s not that there is none, there may be. However, what I have found is an ancient Asian potion to still keep your mind fully intact

We consequently yelled, raising our glasses like some sort of pact. "To us, the pole strippers" She yelled as she laughed, rather loudly. "That gives us away too easily" I replied. "-the vamps" Jacq interrupted, hefting her glass a second time. "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled, bringing out her stash of blow. "Well, we can certainly cheer to one thing" I said as i held up her glass. "None of our lives is really a cliché" "To us, the vamps" I raised my glass again with a smile.

"I want 20 Vials of each quality of Vitality potions, 80 mana potions, 20 Antidote potions, 100 Vials of low concentrated paralysis potions, and 200 vials of paralysis antidote…" Hearing my order from Elijah, stunned Xalbus. His eyes bulged, he looks towards Elijah and Baroness Lydia alternating between them, before snapping out and telling his staff to immediately pick the potions I ordered. It took them 30 minutes to pack the whole order, each potion was packed inside a wooden chest carefully, the total price of all the potions I bought was 300 gold coins, I casually took out 310 gold coins to pay for all of the potions (10 Gold coins was the tip.), Xalbus was beaming with smiles as he saw

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

"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.

"Are we exchanging questions now?" Calix nodded. "If you like." "Okay, then." Kat braced her chin on her palms. She'd been waiting for this. "What's in the goblet? And what's that liquid you keep with you?" "This?" He carefully extracted the vial and raised it to her eye level. When she tried to get it, he retracted it with a frown. "Do not touch it. It is the extract of the nightshade berries we grow in the Underworld, which are more potent than the ones in the mortal world. The goblet contains a potion. When taken with the extract, the soul would regrow a mortal shell, a body more sensitive but more resistant than the last, designed to take and feel punishment."

Evy faced the redhead boy with quizzical eyes. “The medicine your lady is asking for is Curassavica Suppression Potion. Just like wolfbane, it acts the same functions. It suppresses any outburst of bloodlust from a person with monster blood for a specific amount of time. Your mistress goes to me for it whenever she has events where she can’t naturally go through her rampaging fit like usual.” “That's the medicine I used while having the tea party with his highness… and if I don’t have it I can’t go through with my debut celebration.” Evy could see her lady getting distressed over the potion being out of stock.

Pressing her hand towards her chest, she sank down on one knee. "What, this is...... So unsightly......" "Hey, are you okay!? Pull yourself together." "How does it taste...... In this magical potion, I cooked the usage of blood and a mystery recipe. Blame not anything however your eager feeling of odour has intensified the unsightly stench. Particularly, your response toward the blood must be greater." "This is... A poison concentrated on vampires?" "That's proper -- Even your race may be rendered motionless for some time after inhalation. This is -- sufficient!!"

He smirked into his tea. Sevrin glanced down at his cup like it might bite him. “Do vampires even drink tea?” “No,” Azric said without looking up. “I just want to feel included.” Sevrin took a sip—and immediately choked. Coughed. Gagged. Smacked his chest with his fist. Nyra blinked. “What in the nine hells—” He finally got his breath back and wheezed, “What’s in this?” “Bloodroot, herbs to keep your magic from flaring, and a little lemon zest,” she said sweetly.