Vampire Potions Novels & Stories

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.

, Ntate Mogoadi thought to himself. After listening to her story of a messed up marriage, Ntate Mogoadi gave her three folded papers with brown powders in them. With incantations in between Ntate Mogoadi gave her orders on how to use the medication. He sent her off with the an assurance that her marriage would be restored after following the orders he gave her.

Shawna’s POV: “Nice vampee, vampee, I'm telling you, you don’t want to drink my blood. Haven’t you heard dark meat is bad for you? We cause high blood pressure and high cholesterol.” I said, backing away from the vampire as he walked towards me. The babies were crying now, I guess sensing my fear. That’s when I remembered the witches gave everyone potions that would unblock anyone who’s magic had been suppressed by the witch. I didn’t really believe it would work but it was worth a shot. I took the small vial out without taking my eye off the vampire and let the potion spill on my fingers and I just rubbed it into the girls' mouths hoping that would be enough. I wasn’t going to give them mor

The magic of the forrest kept this garden and all who occupied it. “Now we have a mama to find. My friends will be with us and I will be with you. I cannot let you bite me but I can give you a vile of my mamas blood that you can drink. It’s old but it will be sufficient for your scrying.” Opening the door she walked to the cupboard and knocked three times. Glowing light surrounded the doors and then she opened them. Inside now were bottles and elixirs, potions and medicines, tinctures and other items for making them. From the back of the space she pulled a small black box out of what seemed like solid wood. Inside this box, there were viles of blood. She selected the one in the center and cl

It was weird how quickly a forest truce with a vampire could become part of your new normal. “Here,” I said, sliding the tincture across to her. “Peppermint, lemon balm, and just a little feverfew. Mix a few drops in your tea. No bog smell.” “You’re a lifesaver,” she said, tucking the bottle into her bag. “Also, you didn’t deny the moonlight brooding.” “That’s because I’m not giving you more ammunition than you already have.” Her smile widened, but it faded a little when her gaze lingered on me.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

What the heck is that thing or person? Ferox reached under the bar and pulled out a shot glass. He then poured a dark liquid from a crystal bottle into it that he'd also gotten from underneath the countertop. He downed the alcohol in one smooth gulp. Even as a vampire I was sure that hard whisky would burn. But the king was clearly unaffected. "How about I do you a favor by telling you how our stories intertwine" Ferox offered. The way he said ours had my curiosity peaking. I stared at him as he poured another drink.