Voldemort's Horcruxes Romane & Geschichten

“Only as a last resort.” It was not turned into a potion because Zen had no time to experiment with his alchemy skills. However, he kept some spores from the second stage. Any of these spores would give the desired effect from petrification, paralysis and even sleep effects. He did create a cursed doll that would put the target into a deep sleep from the topknot of the samurai vampire wigs that were dropped from the variant type of Veiled Vampire mushrooms. The doll only required the target’s hair to be woven into it for effect, and Oritha reassured Zen that they could get more than one strand if they wanted. “Just to be sure, does the strand of hair need to come from his head?” Damian asked

They seemed aware that the only one responsible for that loss was Violet herself, at least. I wouldn't be merciful if they decided to blame my mate for their daughter's choices. The only suspicious thing was found among Violet’s things, not theirs: a bottle containing some kind of grey potion that was as thick as honey. It was important. Understanding what kind of potions he was creating and what ingredients he was using would allow us to be better prepared for his attacks. Or at least, that’s what the old witch who arrived from Nightmoor said, when she demanded I hand over the bottle to her.

Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.

{Dominic} The creature collapsed with a sickening crunch, and its brittle limbs broke apart like scorched paper. I stood over it, with my chest heaving, and blood dripping from my claw. My breath still came in short gasps, and I could still taste the acrid magic that had spilled from Sorren’s body. There it was—the vial. It had rolled just a few inches from his fingers, faintly glowing with a sick green glow. I crouched slowly, even with trembling hand, and picked it up. The essence inside sloshed dangerously.

Slade could see her red, slightly swollen eyes but chose not to say anything. "The vampires of Hieroland will be on your side," Slade said. "We don't have a good number though." "How many?" "506. We can never win with that number... Now would be a good time to show the trick up your sleeve." Willow looked at him intently before reaching into the inside pocket of her leather jacket and placing the vial on the coffee table. Slade picked it up and carefully observed the brownish-green liquid inside. "This is—" "The potion made from the herbs that you were after," Willow said.

"Of course we can't leave it unattended, the soul needs a soul vessel, just like a person needs to wear clothes, without clothes they will freeze to death, a soul without a soul vessel that floats for a long time will also fall apart!" Old ghost Huang pulled the red thread, wrapped the hospital bed around and around, yellow talisman paper don't want money to stick all over the bed, and finally took out a doll from his arms and placed it right in the center of Mu Zi's chest. "Let her come in first, when the state of the Horcrux is better, then let her go back." Saying this, he ignited a yellow talisman, closed his eyes, and recited words in his mouth.

He might be able to stop the voodoo worm, but he was not able to kill it or expel it right away. “Stop wasting your energy.” Cyclops ridiculed and teased, “I put the Castilan Voodoom Worm into her drink, and it’s already in her brain now. If you can’t cure it within a certain period of time, the worm will eat her brain. Then…” His gaze turned frantic as he scoffed. “She will die a terrible and slow death. I bet it will be a scene to look forward to! And, you can only cure the spell with a specific antidote. Nothing else works. Hahahaha!”

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.