Werewolf Potion の小説・ストーリー

But he's quick to get to me; 'only because I wanted him to. "You have to listen to me, Zegulf. It took me years to gather all the evidence. "Some witches still have access to the plant. They dry it, crush it into powder, and transform it into a dark, slimy lotion. In this case, continuous use of the plant in a werewolf's food and on her skin is enough to make their wolf dormant and render them defenceless." "Fuck me!" I exclaim. "Xyana..." Gaston releases my arm and takes a defensive stance immediately. "What happened to her?"

[Next page] Ritual that turns a person into a werewolf: The special ointment must be boiled at midnight using the fat of a murdered child. Once the ghastly concoction is ready, the person must strip down and apply it all over their body. The ingredients used for the ointment are wolfsbane, opium, foxglove, bat's blood, henbane, nightshade, parsley, and belladonna roots. The last two ingredients were used by ancient druids to purify the person who drinks it. A single dose should be used on the victim before he dies from blood poisoning.

In our pack, the Moon Goddess placed great importance on the mate bond. Once two wolves were bound as mates, that connection was unbreakable, unless severed with a witch’s potion. The potion was not only expensive, but it also caused excruciating pain to the werewolf drinking it. Henry poured the potion for me, his face full of guilt as he tried to comfort me. “Don’t worry, my love. It’s just like before. I paid five times the normal price for this batch to make sure the pain is as mild as possible. You won’t hurt much.”

I was slumped in my seat thinking about werewolves’ natural ability of fast recovery, when I thought of something and rolled my head on the headrest to face Rum, then leaned closer to ask in a soft whisper, “So nothing kills you?” He replied to the window, “Silver and mercury. I can’t touch those.” Oh, so that’s the poison for werewolves! I jotted down immediately. “What happens when you touch them?” He finally turned around to face me, his expression grave. “What happens when you drink a bottle of bleach?”

There is no legal way by which he could have obtained it. Werewolves are forbidden from using anything with magic in it, and the potion most certainly was magical. Despite the means by which it may have been acquired, I’m glad he not only had it on hand, but was brave enough to use it on me, knowing he was breaking one of the rigid rules, knowing he could face severe punishment. Realizing how thirsty I am, I hobble to where the waterskin is lying on the floor and drink deeply. Enough strength has returned to my arms that I can lift the waterskin up to my lips.

Years Later. The laboratory's fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead as I carefully measured the final ingredient into the crystalline solution. After five years of research, countless failed experiments, and nights when I thought breakthrough would never come, the moment had finally arrived. I held up the vial containing "Aurora's Light" - the anti-silver poisoning potion that would revolutionize werewolf medicine. The clear liquid seemed to glow with its own inner light, though I knew that was probably just the reflection of the lab equipment. Still, there was something almost magical about this moment.

"Show me, Athena." Athena handed over a vial containing a silvery liquid, its surface shimmering like the moon's reflection on water. "This antidote contains a carefully balanced mixture of moonlit waters, extracts from rare herbs, and alchemical catalysts. It's designed to disrupt the supernatural properties of the werewolf transformation." Lilian studied the vial, her expression a mixture of awe and admiration. "Athena, you've achieved something truly remarkable. Your dedication to understanding the supernatural is a testament to your intellect and your heart."

The creepy-eyed witch said. “What is Darhana?” I asked. “Well, it is a cocktail-like potion made of poitin, absinthe and wolfsbane. If he were a regular werewolf, he would at least be in a comma, or, more likely, he would’ve been dead by now. I am puzzled how his Lycan is still in control after this amount of Darhana, especially given that he is in his human form. Take him to the stretcher in my tent, and I will make the concoction.”

Lucas strode into the bedroom, holding a goblet. The liquid inside was a strange, deep purple, and it gave off a chilling vapor. "Darling, I know you haven't been feeling well," he said, his voice trembling. Not from concern, but from nerves. "Drink this," he urged. "It will ensure our pup has the strongest wolf spirit." I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. My sense of smell was sharper than ever. That wasn't an energy drink. It was a mix of belladonna, high-concentration oxytocin, and wolfsbane.

“There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.” Jarvis sauntered over to the little table beside the bed and picked up an empty glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He immediately grimaced in disgust and walked back, extending the glass to Kaizen. “It's a monkhood and wolfbane.” Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf.