Voodoo Hair Growth Oil Novels & Stories

When he’s satisfied I’ve been thoroughly washed, he leads me to stand in a shallow spot where the water crests just above my ankles. Then Vastian steps forward, a vial in hand. He uncorks it and dips two fingers in, pressing them to the hollow of my throat. The oil is warm and fragrant, a blend of lavender and something deeper—myrrh, maybe—something ancient. He smooths it over my skin, tracing the path of my pulse with purpose.

The ends glimmered faintly under the dim light, like tiny pieces of gold caught in my palm. “I didn’t think I’d get you this soon,” I whispered. Then I opened the small glass bottle. Inside was a clear liquid with a faint scent a mixture of essential oils taught to me by someone I once called my mentor. Someone who understood how influence worked in its most delicate form. I slipped the two strands of hair inside. Something within the bottle stirred, as if the hair were melting seamlessly into the liquid. I touched the surface of the glass, watching light bend through it, making the contents look like they pulsed slowly.

Slowly, Viper went back to what he was doing. When he finished, he looked over to find his mate doing something to the child's hair. It puzzled Viper initially. He watched until she was finished and discovered they were braids like his own, only done differently. The technique she used was not the one he did. Viper had not realized she was capable of doing them and made a mental note to ask his little mate to do his some time.

Lathering my hair with Scents of rose and lavender, I hummed as the warm water hit my skin. Massaging my body once more, I winced as I pressed at the bruised parts of me. Rinsing all of the soap from my hair and body, I then rung out any extra water from my waves before stepping out. Grabbing a towel from one of the bamboo racks, I gently patted myself dry, making sure not to irritate my sensitive skin. Loosely wrapping the towel around my body, I walked over to the vanity and picked up a tube of aloe vera Alex had set out and rubbed it over my wrists as well as any. other open cuts, soothing them almost immediately.

"Let me just do a little test run for you. Magic is my favorite, honestly. Even if I love sword drills, doing this just relieves me from the tense form of life in the academy. You feel trapped in your bubbles." He poured a drop of clear liquid into the amber leaves, and a tiny, harmless spark of green fire danced across his fingertips before dissolving into a nice scent of mint. He handed me a small stirring rod and a flask of volatile violet oil. "Here. Try mixing three drops of the oil into the dried essence. Keep your grip steady." I took the flask, my hands a bit clumsy from excitement, and fatigue. I accidentally spilled a little too much oil, the liquid splashing unevenly over the work

Judith then said happily, "The medical prescription you gave me works. Look! Can you see my white hair slowly starting to turn black from the roots?" Severin smiled and said, "That's great news! I'll list down the herbs for you again. Just soak them in warm water and use the extract to wash your hair. If you keep at it for a few more days, your hair become black, thick, and smooth! You'll look twenty years younger too, just like all those young girls!" Judith rolled her eyes at Severin. "I'm in my forties now, Severin! I can't be as beautiful as a twenty-year-old girl! I'm already happy enough that my hair is turning black again."

They didn't seem to believe her until a wild animal with horns rushed to them and with just a glare she killed it. "Help us" they cried to her. "Fine then, give me the hair on your head" she said. When they handed her part of their hair that was caught, she plugged a leaf and added a few things that they couldn't know. Soon, there was oil in her hand. "Take.... Rob it on your body and you will see magic" she said to them. Those two hurriedly rubbed the ointment on their body and they waited for its reaction. They waited for a while until they started to complain.

Bethsheba said, "Is that all, have the voodoo magic been erased" He said, watching as she mixed the hair with the substance with a long wooden spoon, "No, I Will have one more thing that belongs to her" She said, now turning around, "Have you ever kissed her" She said, watching as the prince growled with anger and she backed off, a smile appearing on her face, "No offense though, but I need a semen of her, like her blood, ovulation mucus, or spit, so it would work properly"

The substance that poured from the lip of the jug was an oily, creamy liquid. It was thicker and just slightly cloudier than olive oil. After having poured a healthy amount onto the top of his head, she set the jug onto the table and began to work the Ambrosia into his scalp. When she was confident his entire head had been covered, she poured some more into her hands and applied the oil to his face, ears, and neck; all the while she took great care not to allow any to enter his mouth or linger on his lips.

I start to work through the mass of hair attached to my head. ‘Always start at the tips and work your way up Vea’ my mother’s voice echoed in my head. I finish working the knots and tangles out of my hair before rinsing it in the water. Once all the suds were gone, I grabbed the vial of oil I had smelled earlier and started to work it into my hair. I run the comb through once more and start to braid.