Vampire Potions Novels & Stories

Am I supposed to sit and heel and eat out of his hand? Tony sighed. "Vampires who have caught his attention become his playthings. Sometimes he pleasures them or has them pleasure him. But when a Vampire is so old that he can barely remember being alive, then what gives him pleasure becomes twisted. When he finishes with his pets they are maimed."

💕(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.

As she came back into the living room, fate sisters saw the pot in her hand. “Alice throw that pot away” Lahkesis shouted “O-Ok” As Alice was throwing the pot away she noticed her hands have turned blue. “w-what is happening?” In no time Alice’s full arms have turned blue. “what is happening to Alice?” Ethan shouted and tried to go near Alice to help her. “Don’t go near her Ethan. Alice is been poisoned with the poisonous plant. Touching her will rapidly increase the effect of poison’ Atropos said

After going back inside the building, Ariel asked Resa "What are you?"the woman didn't look that surprised as it was quite her fault Ariel was asking this now. She knew she shouldn't have lost her temper but anytime she sees that damned witch, she can't control her anger. Theresa took Ariel to a corner and said to her "Ariel, I know that you know you have some special abilities and those abilities help you figure out whose a normal human or a creature like Mike." Ariel's heart was racing as Resa left her in suspense for a while before continuing "You see, I'm a creature they despise, I'm a creature people run and hide from". looking into Ariel's eyes, she finally decided to drop the bomb "I'

“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.

As she kept reading, her hands trembling with excitement, she came across something that struck her as pure gold: “It was not until the late spring, long after the ground had thawed, that I stumbled across something that put an end to our small village’s epidemic. It was a combination of certain herbs. When used in conjunction with the ritual, it healed the vampire before my eyes. She went from hysterical, desperately seeking blood, hardly able to be chained to her bed, to the teenager we all once knew. As of this writing, many years later, she never returned to vampirism and remains in her perfect state. The remedy only works if the vampire in question has not yet fed, has not yet inflicted

A potion Kaelith perfected long ago and thoroughly enjoyed using on me. Just as shifters are weak to silver, vampires fall to a stab from oak, an incubi’s healing is put into very slow motion when Ormbre Tar is involved. This is about to hurt like fucking hell. Though I tell myself to hold still to get this over with quicker, I can't help but instinctively struggle as Azrien helps Elyraeth pry open my mouth to cut out my tongue, and even Veyiron the reaper of the dead can bear me weakness that nothing is as painful as this.

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."

They cut the wood into small pieces and started the fire using their power, put one of the black pots over the fire added some water to it, and boiled it until the bubbles started to form in the pot. After that, they add Vampire fang, werewolf claws, who are their enemies few pieces of dark witches' hair, and a few drops of dark black blood of a vampire, rogues, and dark witches and mix it, until they can smell anything from the pot then add some more indigent like the tail of lizard and tongue of a frog, few petals of black rose and mix it. When the liquid color turns black, they extinguish the fire with a snap of a finger and put the pot aside with the plate on top of it to cover it.

, I explain. “Thank you, Miss Phoenix.”, he then says, “As she explained, this potion may look easy, but it’s really not.” “Can anyone tell me why we have this potion?”, he asks. I waited to see if anyone could answer, so when no one did, I answered, “It’s for vampires who lost their humanity.” “Correct; that is why this potion is so unstable, only pure sunlight influences unhuman vampires.”, he says.