Witch Gourd Novels & Stories

Raymond's face paled at the sight of the Demonblood Gourd. He began to worry about Severin. The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card and was one of two treasures that Uzair was famous for, the other being the Thunderbolt Pool. The gourd was infamous for its malevolent energy that thirsted for blood upon activation. Even level nine supreme saints could be mentally affected by the oppressive energy.

“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.

Alice and Alicia hurriedly sat on the floor alongside their spirit guides. "How can the great Hundzai be of help to you?" The twins narrated the recent happenings in their lives that had been orchestrated by the witch and how they had been attacked by the beast in the woods. "Hmm. Stretch forth your hands." The twins obliged. The witch hunter retrieved two gourds and placed it beneath their hands. "Wave your hands over it." The twins obeyed hastily. Hundzai chorused some chants over the gourd and looked in. His pupils dilated as he burst into laughter.

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

There was no way I'd ever love an omega who couldn't shift. My feelings for her died in an instant. So I thought. vvvvvvv The first day I set my eyes on Gwen, she was trying to pick some apples from the orchard. Her arms were too short to reach it. In frustration, she launched her shoe on the tree, and it finally struck an apple. I was amused. I sent her a basket of apples later on, but she never found out it was from me.

“Really? What's that? My grandfather used to use a gummy plant to scare them away.” "That must be a plant from the latexyr family," said Doctor Gordon. "It smells really strong. It's not only used to repel hybrids but can also be used to repel other pests." “Then is it no longer usable?” "Unfortunately, no." Doctor Gordon spoke as if he saw the apocalypse before his eyes. “Because the evolution of the hybrids was too fast, some plants that used to be used to frighten and even immobilize them are no longer usable now.” “Oh, that makes sense. That's why no one can beat the hybrids now.”

my mate shouted, trying to pry herself off my brother. But Vance hopped forward with Sage on his shoulder. Cayde also carried Gwen with him as they all rushed into the woods. Even so, Gwen was still delivering her witchcraft to help me out. The earth was still trembling while the roots were causing destruction all over the place. She was actually doing a better job than me. However, I knew that once she's already away, it would stop altogether.

The moment Gwendolyn touched the gourd, snatches of images flashed through her mind. She saw the wine merchant in a dark room, surrounded with other wine gourds. Someone else was in the room, but she couldn't see him. The merchant accepted a sachet from the other stranger and shook hands with him. The sachet contained a greyish-white powder. In a split second, the scene changed. This time she saw the merchant inside his shed, holding a particular wine gourd with a strange sign shaped like an arrow head on the body.

How could he not die? The gourd in his hand was called the Hidden Sword Gourd, where 365 powerful flying swords were hidden inside it. Elder Quint could not maneuver all of them even with his current cultivation base. He could only handle 108 of them at most, but even so, it was already incredibly powerful. Especially the sword that he had just shot at Alex had a sword name—Witstealer! It was an existence where its destructive power ranked third among the 108 swords that he could control.