Wizards Potions Novels & Stories

He knelt back down in front of me. “What is that?” I asked, staring at the bottle. “A potion from the white wizards,” he replied, his tone lowering as if mentioning something precious. “A few weeks ago, they revealed the existence of this potion to me. You could say it’s their ancestral potion.” “They’re truly amazing,” I replied, drawing his gaze for a moment. Alpha King nodded in agreement. “Though their bodies are weak, they create miracles with their hands. This potion was specifically made to break silver bonds.”

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

He approaches oneof the shelves full of potions, ingredients... I close the door. - Don't touch anything- I roll my eyes and lower my handaway from one of the shelves. He begins to turn the pages of a large book on the table where he placed some vialsearlier. Minutes later I watch as he stirs the ingredients in a stone bowl creating a viscous blue-green colored thing, I wrinkle my nose. He pours the viscous liquid into a transparent bottle. -Don't use it too often, it weakens you little

“See, how his blood is black with toxin. But don’t worry, cure of this spell is pretty simple.” A vial of some orange liquid was poured into the drip, she explained the puzzled audience in detail. “This particular sorcery is often used to intensify or accelerate the process such as freezing or melting. The executer was smart enough to use this for enhancing the outcome of the poison: mixture of toxic mercury, wolfs-bane and silver.” Then she placed three more vials on the table and instructed to use them carefully. After this quick healing session, that witch was about to leave when Elijah wrapped his arm around her petite waist.

One that seemed to be humming The Beatles, and another that had a strange, pink ooze coming from it. “Why do you have so many plants?” Nora asked. Mordred turned to look at her. “I’m a wizard. Plants help with potions. And charm bags. Surely, you know what potions are?” Nora took a deep breath. “Yes, I know what potions are. And charm bags. I just don’t know everything there is to know about magic. I’m not a witch.” “You are,” Mordred told her, a dark look on his face.

“I then went through three witchcraft textbooks, and I think the rogues had been organized because of a potion they drank which rendered them like puppets – easy to manipulate.” “I only see good news, seeing as we’re figuring out what happened,” I drawled, my eyes focused on her solely, just about ready to pounce should she do anything suspicious. To say I was on edge would be the understatement of the century. I felt threatened in my own territory, and that was insane really… but it was what it was. “The bad news is seeing as it is a potion, and not a spell, it would be extremely hard to nullify it,” she said with a small mocking smile which I was dying to wipe off her face. “We don’t know

We needed to find a gifted potions master, then before I knew what I was saying all the ingredients I needed to make a healing potion appeared in the back of my mind along with the correct way to mix them, I knew I could help her. “Do you have, adders’ tongue, dandelion root, golden seal, black sand, blessed graveyard dirt, and glowstone clay?” I asked my mother “Yes, but w…” she stopped suddenly and just stared at me when realisation hit her “you’re a potion master” it wasn’t a question but acknowledgment of my new found gift “oh Zeke, I’m so proud of you, that’s a rare gift, paired with the fire element is even rarer still, it is normally paired with earth”

Finally out of daze, I asked, “Will you be able to help? He is already in great suffering and he won’t do the other solution even if it kills him.” Lucas waved his hand. “Oh, no worries. It's an easy one. Actually, you’re in luck. You won’t even need to wait for me to make one. I still have a contrasting potion for Amare left in my cabinet. As sad as it is, Amare potion is quite popular in the Wizard industry and commonly causes chaos.” “Oh, thank you. Really, I wouldn’t have known what else to do.” Lucas stood and walked to the end of the cabin. He stopped in front of the wall with lock runes engraved on it and touched it with his palm.

muttered Edmund thoughtfully. “Dragon potion? Was it the dragon prince who created the dragon potion? The liquid you smeared on my sword?” Prince Zach asked curiously. “Yes, Dragon Potion, which contains dragon magic power and has purification element. When we drink dragon potion, our wounds heal, and our body strength increases. This object is scarce, and we really need it at this time," replied Edmund.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.