Wizards Potions Novels & Stories

the guy explained briefly as he showed her his potions that came from his ring. Also because of that, Luna looked back, thinking about everything she had stored up until now while realizing that she still didn't own a single potion. The potions existing in their world are ranked as low, middle, high, master and supreme created by the mages who specialized yet up until today, she doesn’t own a single potion! Ah. Now that she thought about it, mages who specialized in medicine are also enchanters like her. Well, too bad, she was only a low ranked enchanter before whose magic was restrained that's why she never managed to create a potion.

Terry tells them. “This would be so much easier if he wasn’t crazy,” Hank says. “Only he who has the vision to hear, can taste the future I can feel,” Zachary says as he drops blood into a tube. Zachary takes the vile over to a machine and puts the tube in. He presses several buttons; the doctors take close notes. Zachary goes back to the table. “These are the potions of the wizard that will make the red to the perfect lavender,” Zachary motions to the solutions on the table. “Do we have a doll for testing?”

I said, walking inside the potion room. I needed a powerful one. A potion that could bring her back or at least show me where she’s at. Not finding the right one, I had to look for the ingredients for a new potion. “Do you think with a measly potion you will find her?” Cassius asked, skeptically. He was underestimating the power of a warlock. He kept an eye on me while I was creating it. I mixed all the potions and chanted another spell to make it work.

Phelan is a medical student who approached Conal and asked, "Can I take a look?" "Okay." Conal handed it to Phelan after he finished speaking. After a while, his face began to change, and the glass cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke. Conal, Reana, and Alfred were startled by the sound of the collision. "What's the matter, Phelan?" Alfred spoke softly. Phelan's reaction, as if he had just experienced a shock. Phelan sat in a chair to regain his composure. "All these potions are for..." he stammered as he stared at Conal. "It is used to treat for werewolves and speeds up wound healing. Only me and Azura are aware of its existence and effects."

He asked in unbelievable expression. "That's what the witch knows about it." Dr. Shephard shed another bomb on his head. "Witch?? What witch"? Alpha Raven asked again. "Yes, such kind of poison only found in Wizardry mountains. These are ejected from special wood trees, where the blood of wizards was kept. It is a most powerful and dangerous poison that spread just with a touch". Dr. Shepard shared the details. "You are lucky, that three days back, I got a gift of Bell Poppies, which have powerful nectar, used in the treatment of such contagious poisons". He said while putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Welcome to potions, everyone. We’ll be doing a quick quiz together to see just how much you know.”, Mr. Sapping says. “Before we begin, I would like it if you wrote notes down while we do this quiz.”, he says with a smile. “Now, you’ll raise your hand to answer; what are the first ingredients for Draught of Instincts?” “Rose petals.” “Yes; who can name the other ingredients?”, he asks while walking around the room.

Something wasn’t adding up and I needed it to make more sense. “Sometimes, on certain occasions and at certain times, we can access a bit of magic, but not always. New moons and full moons are usually the most potent. Whatever little magic we can access, we use for extra protection, like the mind spell and the barrier on the inside. We reinforce the spells with potions because they’re usually so weak. And the potions can only be made with rare herbs and some other items that are hard to find which is why it’s barely enough to go around. Whoever stays inside the tent has to give up the mind protection spell for the person outside for the day. My dagger is also enchanted to never miss, it’s ex

' I rolled my eyes at her. Wearing smaller shoes was painful, but I didn't want to admit it to Coco.I casually waved my hand, gesturing for her to leave.Then, I went into the study where the walls were covered with oil paintings.I moved the innermost oil painting and saw a groove on the wall. Inside was a wooden cabinet.I slid the key to unlock it and took out a tube that contained black liquid. It was the magic potion that I had specially bought from a wizard at an exorbitant price before leaving the pack.

The glowing fountain bubbled and soon, Luke leaned around a rack. He eyed Duke for a moment. “You look like you can at least stay awake. We’re brewing your first potion today!” Duke huffed and we walked round the shelf to see the table that he’d set up to brew potions. We took our places around a large table where various ingredients and tools were laid out. I didn’t recognize most of it, but I listened as Luke started to explain what the ingredients were and introduced the basics behind brewing potions. “You’ll find that anything you buy from a supernatural seller, like hair products, was made by a potioneer. The school uses a lot of potions all the time, so look forward to brewing gigantic

Trey throws a ball of light up ahead of us, illuminating the large cavern. In the center is a small pond... A hot springs, emitting the black mist. But at the center of the springs is a small rock? It has something written on it. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure this is the origin of the poison. "There it is," I whisper, stating the obvious. "Well, yes. Now what do we do?" Trey asks, circling the hot water. "I need to contain it," I say. This is something I can actually do. And now that I'm not an emotional wreck, I can focus. This is one of the most basic spells I've learned. All I need to do is put up a shield around it.