Veritaserum Potion Novels & Stories

Roxy said while getting up "I'm going to get me a water bottle you want one" "yes" I said while rubbing my forehead i usually don't eat a lot of sweets, because when I do I get mini headaches; like a sugar hangover. I looked on the bed for my phone to see it had fell, I reached down for it, but a hand grabbed it before I could "aaaaaahhhh" I screamed while standing up on the bed, Roxy came running in holding two water bottles "whats wrong" she said looking up at me I pointed under the bed "someone is under there"

Poison said before putting his hand down. Before Violet could ask anything, he said, “That's a deceit spell to mask your eye colour and make you look more like the Saintess. But be careful, it has a loophole. Once you look into your reflection more than three times, the spell will fade and you'll be found out.” “So.. you have to make sure you won't be found out. Not until, we complete the mission.” Phillip added. Violet ignored them and entered the carriage while clenching her fists with only a single thought passing through her brain.

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

Cold Ass better! I fastly unplug the tub and rinse my body with clean water, then jump out of the bath and wrap myself in a towel. Everything happens in the span of a minute and I almost trip over Nancy, knocking myself out. "Jesus, Veronika! What got over you?!" "I'll tell you later!" I shout at her, already outside of the bathroom and running to my room. So there might be some light at the end of the tunnel, after all. ***

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Christine said with a serious expression, “Speak your mind, Dr. Yarde!” “Wyvern-Liche, Petit Bile, and Ninth Lightning Serum.” Christine exclaimed, “Dr. Yarde, every single type of the tonics you mentioned costs a fortune, especially the Ninth Lightning Serum. It’s so precious that one can only chance upon it by luck.” Kayson nodded. “I know, and that is why I’m seeking your help to watch out for these items.” “I will do my best.” After resting for a while, Christine ordered her staff members to prepare supper for the both of them.

– he asked in disbelief. "You reverse the roles here, scum" – I looked into his eyes hard, then pushed myself from where I was standing, behind him. I deliberately failed to mention, what was in the syringes. One of them was wolfsbane, the world’s most powerful poison for werewolves. The other one… well, if I was failing to recognize my enemy by scent, what would only happen three times in my entire life, I would always use Veritaserum. "You better tell me, what your pack is hiding" – I smiled menacingly.

Desmond admitted as he raised his head to stare at Alpha Varlos. "Anyone in your state will feel the same way. I completely understand that you have to take every precaution to defend your pack, but when I say that I'm not your adversary, I really mean it." Desmond brought out a white bottle filled with crystalline liquid from his pocket. "This with me is a bottle filled with vervain," "Vervain is a medical substance that will help people not to be under the influence of a compulsion made by a vampire." Alpha Varlos scoffed and said, "So what do we do with that piece of information? Your people are waging war against us and what we do is admire some medicinal liquid in your bottle?"

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

I was burping Grenza by the time that she spoke again. “Two things, and we’ll utilize both. First will be a potion that we’ll all consume that’ll be an antidote to any type of roofie. Second will be a spray that will act as a shield. It’ll be added to the anti-god juice that we used for the Yincenzi. That way it won’t be able to penetrate the skin and get into the bloodstream. The red mist is called Desiderium, and I actually have a sample of it in my personal vault at the estate. It’s where I always kept my collection of dangerous supernatural items. This way, we can test the things that I’ll be putting together for this.” -