Werewolf Potion の小説・ストーリー

“Well, Rapunzel's mother was not the only one who had drank the medicine made up of those magical flowers. At the same time, one of the Luna in that period was terribly sick and she had drunk the same medicine during her pregnancy and then the pup born from her had the first golden wolf. And that wolf had the power to heal others.” I kept my palm over my mouth and started shaking. I tried…I really tried to stop myself from laughing at her words but I failed miserably. “Hahahha…you…you mean to…s..say…th..att…my..wolff..i..is…o.oneee…of..t..hose kinds.”, I hardly completed a sentence and laughed like a maniac.

Arching a brow, he held it out to me again. "Going once... Going twice.." "Don't do it!" Sage squealed as I took the cup and threw it back. It tasted like sour lemons, and as the citrus hit the back of my throat, I gagged. "It will work quickly!" He laughed bitterly, watching me triumphantly. "What is it?" I asked, suddenly feeling utterly alone in the world. "It's a sort of sleeping potion for your wolf! She is still there. She can see and hear everything she just can't.. interfere!"

Where would she go? She saw as the tall brown wolf slashed its sharp claws across her mother's face. It was Colton's mistress. Her vicious eyes were mocking as she punched Amelia's mother, Luna Barbara, with a kick. Normally, her mother would have fought back and would have shifted by now. She was the fiercest of the warriors, but the welcoming potion they had served during the ceremony was dosed with aconitum napellum. Wolf’s bane. It was heavily masked with the sweet scent of cherries and berries and mint, that no one even took a second sniff.

I groaned, but a laugh escaped. She laughed too, then took out a small silver bottle from her pocket. “Give this to him tonight. It will help his body fight that wolfsbane. But listen carefully. This potion can make him slightly drunk. Like tipsy type. And… sometimes it makes werewolves turn on also.” “What? Why?” I almost shouted.

I worked through the night, losing myself in the familiar rhythm of experimentation. Under the microscope, fluorescent blue werewolf serum intertwined with herbal reagents, spinning into spiral light patterns in the centrifuge tubes as I carefully documented each reaction. When dawn broke, I had successfully developed a new werewolf power enhancement potion that could increase a Beta warrior's strength by 50% for short periods without any of the usual side effects of strength serums. The vibrant cobalt liquid glowed faintly in its vial, representing breakthrough healing science.

He cautiously sniffed, smiled mockingly and drained all the contents in several large gulps. Tink watched from a safe distance - he was still lying there on a mat on the grass, especially since he still could not go anywhere. Because with what pleasure the werewolf licked his lips, he concluded that the bottle was not an infusion of herbs. Most likely, a flock of ubiquitous chickens will not count one of their brethren in their ranks, because this liquid did not at all resemble wine. The sorceress studied the cheerful werewolf for some time, then her very thoughtful look turned to the pile of dried grass thrown by him, which is a kind of amulet against the undead.

“You took my Golden Bloodroot Thistle. That was my mother-wolf’s herb. Do you even know there’s only one left in the whole world? Give it back to me.” Then I noticed a bag he was holding, the herb inside was already crushed. Dylan frowned. “Eleanor’s mother-wolf is seriously ill. She needs this herb to survive. What’s the big deal? You don’t need it anyway.” I looked down on my shoulder. My blouse was soaked with blood from my shoulder. I suddenly realized that it was the power-enhancing potion I made for Dylan that kept my shoulder from healing. This potion could enhance an Alpha’s attack power and make the injured werewolf more vulnerable.

“Tell me.” “The antidote. The cure is made from the blood of the Werewolf King, infused with crushed Lunar Poppy petals; a rare flower that only blooms under a full moon. His blood is the only one strong enough to counteract the dark magic in the poison. It carries a unique royal energy blessed by the Moon Goddess, making it the only antidote. He is the only one who has the cure.” “Okay. Then I will go get it,” I said, turning to face the beta. “I have more urgent matters to solve. Look after the Alpha. I will be back.”

Together with Elliot, Chris, and Zelda, they embark on a treacherous journey, guided by Thorne towards Sasha's clandestine hideout. Dawn, her eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom, prepares a concoction of potent herbs known for their mystical properties. With practiced hands, she anoints each werewolf, ensuring their bodies are shielded from harm and their spirits fortified against the looming danger that awaits them. The fragrance of the herbs fills the air, mingling with the palpable sense of determination that fuels their collective mission.

I whisper, and he brings out a basin full of crimson liquid. Thinner than blood, but it has the same color and the same metallic smell. He slides it over to my side, making me nauseous with the smell. “Hold out your hand and dip it all the way into the potion, up to your wrists.” He demonstrates it to me, slipping his hand into the liquid. When he lifts it out of the basin, his skin is glowing gold. “I’m a Werewolf, so my skin becomes gold. Witches’ skin turn black. Go on, let’s see.”