Vampire Potions Novels & Stories

With a few swift finger movements, a mug appeared on the table, along with the steaming teapot. Ramona reached into her bag and pulled out a wooden canister filled with dried ingredients. She gently placed them into a tea pouch that she placed in the mug. The citrus scent was intoxicating as Claire’s stomach lowly grumbled. Another mug materialized in front of Claire, and Ramona just winked. “Well, I think we all know why I’m here…” Ramona turned her attention to the two vampires across the room. “Come on gentleman. If anyone here is going to bite, it won’t be me.”

As the pain died down, he gripped the shackles binding his feet and ripped them apart as easily as if they were made of paper. A pungent smell wafted up his nose as he examined the bullet and instantly, he was able to figure out why it had taken only one to paralyse him. It was a wooden bullet laced with Vervain; the only herb on the planet known to harm vampires by taking away their ability to move. The wound healed the exact moment the bullet was withdrawn and Mason scrambled over to where Harley was still laid unconscious. Without another thought, he slid his hand underneath her and pulled her onto his lap, pushing strands of raven hair off her face. He moved his hand from her back to her

I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere and plunges into the side of Kylo. Kylo grabs the vampires arm and tears a large chunk out of it before collapsing in a heap, the pain too much to bear, he whimpers and everything starts to spin and goes black. MATHIAS POV The hybrid thought I was a normal vampire, exactly what I wanted, the knife ,which I had hidden in my back pocket, was ingrained with wolfsbane, I stabbed it into his side and watched as he collapsed and passed out from the pain. I left the knife in the wolf's side, taking it out would remove the effects of the wolfsbane and he was strong, too strong for me to take on with the wo

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.

he said as he lowered his hand from her face, "Tell me everything that you saw today at the house and we'll go from there." Willow nodded as she took a deep breath, "Okay. When I performed the spell, it let me see the lingering magic that was left behind. In this case, it allowed me to see the darkness that was still there." she shut her eyes, "It also let me see the difference in spiritual aura. For instance, her mom was in a blue light because she's mortal. You were shining yellow because you're a full Vampire from the Supernatural world." "Why were you green then? Shouldn't you have been yellow with me?" he asked her, but she shook her head.

Maybe he was already dead, maybe it was too late, but I would try none the less. I had to. Shaking away the feeling of dread within my mind, I leaned towards the vampire, concentrating as hard as I could, focusing all the power I knew I had into my hands, maybe they cauterised the wound, maybe that got rid of the toxins. I didn’t know for sure, but I would try, with no information on how it was done, I was going in blind. With no inkling of how it should heal him, or anyone else.

The long table was empty, except for Seth and Sarah at the head. In front of Leo's seat was a small stone bowl. It was filled with a deep purple liquid that pulsed with a strange, powerful energy. "Sit, Viola, Leo," Sarah smiled sweetly, but her tone was a command. She pointed to the bowl. "This is our Blackwood 'Blood of Awakening.' It's a bloodline-strengthening potion. Normally, only the most powerful pups are worthy of it." My own blood ran cold. As a High Healer, I knew exactly what that was.

When we finished it was well past eleven, but we had plenty to show for it. As I surveyed our handiwork, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Rows of vials and bottles lined the kitchen table, each filled with a different concoction designed to both annoy and inflict pain. The first row gleamed with a crimson and orange liquid that seemed to dance and swirl of its own accord. Nicholas’s Fyre serum could burn through metal, which meant demon flesh should be nothing. Those were only to be used as a last resort since only Ysenia’s Elixir could extinguish the flames.

I flush bashfully, heart palpitating and blood rushing with a burst. I alarmingly look away from our hands, the presence of his hand making my right thigh fidget. He's not staring at me when he affirms, "It was an incomplete array our predecessors who were after that Vampire left behind." "It renders those bloodthirsty degenerates unable to drink human blood. It becomes a lethal poison, several times deadlier than silver, and as potent as the sun" I feel a plunge in my being and rattle wholly into stiffness to hear him say that. My mind races a mile per minute and I refuse to speak anymore until we arrive at our destination.

Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food. It only made me hungrier. Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood. Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple. I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.