Romans & histoires Vampire Potions

I hope he didn't suspect me. "Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you try to steal for Terry -" "Danny, focus." "Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this?

The writing was slightly different from usual and it was faded but I was somehow able to read it. There were potions for different kinds of things, there were potions for sustenance during Vampire pregnancy, a wisdom potion, there was even a potion that accompanied the transition from human to Vampire. That is, after they turn someone, the person is supposed to drink that potion and some human blood or the person would either turn to ash or go feral. There were so many interesting things to find out but even with the knowledge, I would be unable to make any of those potions because I had never heard of the ingredients before.

“Where did you go?” “To..to see if the pathways were clean,” Kaia stammered. I hung back, letting Kaia do the talking. Another guard’s eyes fell on me. “Who are you?” When the guy asked, the first one’s gaze shifted to me as well. Well, instead of answering, I had other ways to shut them up. I stealthily opened the potion bottle hidden under the billowy sleeves of the gown I asked Kaia to provide, which was also a uniform for the maids and servants in the castle. I splashed the contents on their faces. The potion contained a tinge of silver and brier fern, both deadly to the vampire. One burned the skin and the other ate away at their skin. The latter wasn’t known widely by many, not even by

She asked Josh. Josh sounded hesitant when he replied, “It’s not a potion. That is an extract of the Bloodivy leaves.” Eira responded by raising her eyebrow in question. Josh shrugged and yet his posture was firm. “For the stakes. We know it melts the skin of vampires and a wooden stake only works if plunged into the heart.” The witch did not need any more explanation. She nodded and sighed, returning to her chair near the pentagon displaying table. “Any news of Videns viribus?”

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

It sounded normal. Stepping again, this time in between bottles, I watched another wave go out. I held up the bag I still had in my hand. What the hell was this shit? Morgan had said it was a mixture of wolfsbane, vampire venom, and pixie dust. But that it was making vampires go crazy.

He held up a bottle of red from a side table. “Sure.” I shrugged. Poison didn’t exactly work on vampires. There were very specific poisons in the world that could actually render a vampire useless but those poisons were very hard to come by and no one except a select few of Damien’s scientists had knowledge of how to prepare that special brand of cocktail.

The liquid inside was an eerie dark red and gave off a cold vapor. "My Rhiannon, I know you haven't been well," he said, his voice trembling—not with concern, but with nerves. "Drink this," he urged. "It will ensure our heir has the strongest bloodline." I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. My sense of smell was sharper than ever. It wasn't a tonic. It was a mixture of Powdered Holy Light, high-concentration birthing inducers, and Quietus Flower. It would force violent contractions in a vampire and leave her weak and helpless afterward—a puppet in his hands.

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.