Witcher I Can Extract Everything Novels & Stories

“Roxie!!” Walker called into the forest, his hands shaking—knees buckling. “We won’t find her,” Jenny said, “What are these?” “Amulets,” Walker growled, grabbing one of the necklaces with a gem in it and ripping it off the tree, “Witches use this shit.” Walker sighed, “Or people who want to be witches...” They heard a rustling and then some running coming towards them. “Metgar,” Evans said, spying the grey wolf shifting back into his human form, “What is it?”

The track went dead; her processor couldn't retrieve the file. Realizing the data branch was temporarily blocked, I terminated the extraction attempt to prevent her vitals from spiking. I redirected the conversation, allowing Chika to finalize his interaction with the asset. As he prepared to clear the room, her hand darted out, grabbing his sleeve with a sudden burst of ancient, ancestral authority.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Then I smiled slowly, with my teeth showing. “You’re late.” His throat bobbed. “I had to wait for the shift change. They’re paranoid after the runes.” I held out my chained hand. “What I asked for. Now.” Rylan pushed the small cloth bundle through the bars. I caught it without looking away from his face. Inside was the vial of diluted wolfbane extract that was as clear as water, deadly in the right dose—a scrap of parchment with fresh names, and the powdered root wrapped tight. I rolled the vial between my fingers, watching the liquid catch the faint torchlight.

"Drink this. It will help." Having nothing to lose, Mike took a few swallows. The cool liquid trickled down the back of his throat, warming in his belly much as whiskey would. The warmth spread to his limbs, his muscles relaxing. "Thank you," he said, closing his eyes. He made fists with his hands, bending his elbows slightly. "What did I just drink?" "An extract made of rose petals, wolfsbane, and the scale of a hydra. It helps your body regenerate resources, but can be quite addictive."

Hunter jerks on the bed so suddenly that Aria’s eyes snap to him and she tells him to calm down, like some fucking child. I go to the table by the left wall and place the suitcase on it. I tap in the code, open the latches and bring out the wolfsbane, a golden liquid substance with flecks of bright blue in it. Roman said Hunter used to buy it in bulk and have it shipped out despite how dangerous it is to werewolves and how he knew his clients would use it against people like them. He had to sabotage that business and bring it down and Hunter was not happy about it.

"But you don't have a wolf. Without a scent, you will be left out there forever, and the council will immediately know you lied. You'll be executed on the spot… And so will your mate, and I." "How does that medicine change anything?" "This is a forbidden synthetic extract made from rare lunar flora," Chloe explained, her fingers tightening around the glass. "If you drink this, it will artificially trigger a distinct, localized pheromone trail in your bloodstream.” “If Calix ingests a single drop of your blood before the hunt, his senses will permanently lock onto this specific chemical signature. He will be able to track you through the blizzard. Only he will get the scent."

"The Orchid... we need the extract. Now." The Executor entered the room behind Jack. He handed the canister to a medical drone, which slotted it into a processing unit attached to the tank. "Initiating extraction," the Executor commanded. "Synthesize and inject." The machine hummed. The white light of the Ghost Orchid was sucked out of the canister, processed through a series of spiraling glass tubes, and mixed with a clear, blue liquid. The resulting serum was a glowing, pearlescent silver. "Injecting," Aris said, pressing a key.

And right then, the section appears like a live photo behind my eyes. In the description, the ingredients for the cure includes sunflower extract, salt, and for lethal cases, a few drops of witch’s blood willingly given by the possessor. According to the later part of the description, the blood can be used solely if the other ingredients aren’t readily available. Thank the goddess. I’m in her favor today. I have no sunflower. No salt. But I have witch’s blood. My blood. And that’s enough. “Hold on Dad.” My voice breaks. “Please hold on.”

Michael replied swiftly. Kayson returned to his room and retrieved the three boxes he had received from the Wolfendens. He first took out the Juvena Frux. This fruit had the amazing function of calming and rejuvenating, but it also had another usage.