Veritaserum Potion Novels & Stories

she whispered. She did. It was the same blend that had nearly killed Old Man Robinson her in her past life. The one Seth had used to poison his own grandfather in order to frame her. It had no known antidote. Except the one she had discovered… too late. Rosa raced to her herbal lab, crushing rare black-root vine, ghost-ginger, and a sliver of vermilion horn fungus. The stench was overpowering. Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death.

Grabbing the young man’s jaw, he forced his mouth open and poured in the deep red liquid. The traitor struggled wildly, but his bindings held him fast. He could only glare in helpless fury. Raven frowned, glancing at Lyra. She turned to him, her voice even. “It’s called Illusion Dust, a potion made from Lunaris leaves and Virella mushrooms.” She paused, gaze settling on the trembling prisoner. “It induces intense hallucinations, breaks down mental defenses. Even the strongest will can’t resist. And more importantly… it compels truth. The victim speaks their innermost secrets, unable to suppress them.”

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial filled with something dark and faintly shimmering. “There’s an upcoming gathering tomorrow evening,” he said. “A toast. You’ll be there.” I frowned, not understanding, until he held the vial up between two fingers. “Add a single drop of this into the ceremonial wine.” He grinned, his smile wide and eerie. “Just one. That’s all.” “What's in it?” I stared at it. “What is it?” “A simple truth serum. It's mild, harmless and merely revealing.” He smirked. “It won’t kill anyone. But it will show you how easily those around you can be undone by their own lies.”

“Consider yourself lucky. You would be the first person to test my best creation. The neutralizing potion. You see the best thing about this potion is that it’s created to burn the hatred from within. Literally.” Tess flipped the cap covering the syringe open. “ Over concentration of the hormone that triggers hatred acts as a catalyst for this potion. The darker your heart is, the more fiercely it burns from within and when I say burn, it melts each and everyone of your organs slowly, at a high temperature, the temperature at which metal melts.” Thomas crawled back in an attempt to escape, horror was evident in his eyes. His path was blocked by a few guards. “No, stay away from me, move, mov

It was more secure, suggesting it held something important. My heart pounded as I looked around for something to force it open. After a few moments of frantic searching, I found a small crowbar tucked behind a stack of crates. With a deep breath, I wedged the crowbar into the cabinet door's seam and pushed with all my strength. The lock resisted for a moment before giving way with a sharp crack. Inside, I found several vials filled with various coloured liquids, each labelled with cryptic symbols and notes. One vial, in particular, caught my eye. A deep, iridescent blue liquid labelled "Veritas."

“This same stuff from earlier that made me heal so fast?” I nodded, leaning back. “It’s a Russian tonic called Yrves. Very rare. One dose, and it works miracles.” She turned the vial in her hand, her brow furrowing. “How rare are we talking?” “Rare enough,” I said, keeping my voice casual. She didn’t need to know it was the only vial left on earth, the last of a formula I’d forcefully stolen from the maker himself. I’d given it to her without a second thought, and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she’d earned it, taking a bullet for that useless prince. Maybe because she was mine now, and I protected what was mine.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

“He's getting desperate. Even smart people make stupid mistakes when they're desperate, so hopefully that’d be his case.” I stared at Asher as he spoke. Once could almost believe he was totally fine, but looking closer the grey sheen to his skin said otherwise. Liam walked to the wine cabin, sliding it to the side he revealed a secret vault, with a keypad at its side. He tapped in a string of numbers and the vault slid open, then he took out a vial. The tiny bottle was filled with pink, bubbling liquid and he passed it to Asher. “Aelvex.” Asher said, staring intently at the vial, “A potion meant to strip a werewolf of his wolf.”

I muttered as Arthur stepped closer to the contents laughing, after a minute or two he pulled out a small vile and handed it to me. "What is it he asked?" as I carefully opened the cork top and sniffed it. "I smell Dill for its lulling and soothing properties, lavender and rosemary have love properties, deadly nightshade for numbing anaesthetic properties, a small amount of monkshood which is a wolf poision. There is other stuff but I am certain it's a potion to suppress her emotion, her wolf, numb her to be suggestive and submissive with a bit of a love potion in the mix." I said as surprise and fury crossed over me.