Witch Gourd Novels & Stories

The gem is green in color. “This is for Ophelia,” he says giving the witch the cuff. “You can hide it under your long sleeve. The cuff will be able to amplify your powers, so you call upon plants even from a distance. It will also allow you to conjure vines and such from under concrete or stone. Be careful, though. You might pass out when you take it off.” “Noted. Thank you,” Ophelia replies, fastening the cuff around one of her wrists. “I’ll make sure to return it to you unscathed.”

It was round and exquisite. When he opened the mouth of the gourd, a pale purple smoke gushed out. The smoke quickly fused into the inner walls of the void passageway. After a moment, it seeped out again. But this time, it was mixed with the slime. It turned into purple slime and kept piling up, as if it was made of mud. Soon, a door frame was piled up in the air. The door frame was hundreds of meters tall. And those crazy arms, at this moment, seemed to have been summoned, desperately entangled with the door frame and wrapped around it.

Nothing gruesome. In the center of the room stands a table. On it: a dagger, a book, and— A gourd. That’s all. But it’s the gourd that stops me in my tracks. It’s small. About the size of a soup bowl. Carved with impossibly fine patterns that glint under the low light. It’s beautiful. But I hate it. I don’t understand why—but the moment I see it, my throat constricts. My eyes sting. A pressure builds in my chest like someone is pushing down with a heavy hand. My breath shortens.

The gourd flew out and fell to the ground, seemingly inconspicuous. At this moment, the stopper of the gourd automatically popped off, and immediately, a crimson blood mist surged out! The foul odor in the air was a hundred times more intense than the one from the ancient well. The nearby vegetation withered rapidly as the stench contaminated the surroundings.

Without uttering a word, he handed a golden gourd to James. After a moment of confusion, James took it and examined it. “What’s this?” “Zephyr Tear.” Peak Master Wulte glanced at James. “Take a sip. It’s equivalent to absorbing the core of a third-grade Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank.” James’ eyes lit up. He opened the gourd and drank the liquid in gulps. “You’ve gone too far.” Peak Master Wulte immediately snatched the gourd away. “I’m not that foolish kid who would seal ninety percent of my cultivation base and fight you.”

They immediately created some distance from the gourd. Q kicked off and left a crater where he stood. He cut through the ground as he closed the distance to the gourd in an instant. He thrust the blade on one of the cracks. The momentum from the sudden burst of speed applied a tremendous amount of force. It started to break the gourd from the inside. The gourd shattered, revealing Shuten-douji. It had extra but incomplete arms growing out of its shoulders. Its face was a bit deformed and there were incomplete horns on its head. Q interrupted it in the middle of its transformation.

With every drawing of the instructions, they glowed with an ominous light, and they seemed to roar. With a fierce swing, she struck the ground with her staff. Endless jagged rocks summoned by the inscription erupted and hurled at Wyatt and Asher with lethal precision. The duo growled and expertly swung their fists at the rocks with accurate precision, shattering them into pieces. That chance was more than enough for Lorelei to catch her breath. Before any of them could react, Lorelei took out a small white gourd from her patch; the strong rustic scent of intertwined wolfsbane and silver mixture wafted from the gourd lid and pervaded the atmosphere.

“What is the next one we need ?” “Witches’ mummy”. She scrunches up her face. “Are you sure you are okay ?” “Yeah sure.. All I can do now is move forward right ? So what is witches’ mommy ?” “It’s dried up Sedum telephium”. Gudrun looks all lovey dovey again. “This time it was William playing with the words. He split it up so it sounds like it is the stomach and throat from a mummy. Back then people actually digested a powder called mumia”.

The moment he spoke, a seven-colored beam shot straight into the sky, quickly transforming into a radiant gourd that hovered in the air. At that moment, the mouth of the gourd was open and emitting beams of light that enveloped the Whirlwind Panther. The Whirlwind Panther instinctively sensed the danger and tried to dodge it. However, the light was too fast and had shone upon it by the time it could think about escaping. Whoosh! A formidable force seemingly coming from the heavens suppressed the Whirlwind Panther. The Aurum Gourd had linked with the heavens and created a massive suppressive force.