Alchemia Story Novels & Stories

She's been stuck in her laboratory for months, she may have Reysell and Dwayne beside her but still, the three of them are deprived of human interaction. The moment she opened the door, the light turned on and many party poppers and loud voices welcomed her. She looked around and smiled sheepishly. There's a big banner with “Congratulations, our best chemist!” Her heart melted that she can't help but to tear up a little. Carla, one of her friends, walked towards her and hugged her tight. “Aww, don't cry. We're so proud of you, Alaia.” “All of us are proud of you, hermanita,” little sister, “The fact that you're awarded at that and your chemical is very deadly. mi encanta.” I love it. The voi

He decided to put studying Alchemy on the back burner, leaving it up to Verra while he dove headfirst into his Enchantment research. Verra who wanted to be a Combat Mage had found herself the head Alchemist of the guild. She was happy this path was thrusted upon her; she felt that with Xasha the two of them could definitely change Semeria. She had already seen the changes made by her mana and healing potions. However, she was not sure if it was for the best or worse; the fights lasted longer, as warriors would just replenish their spent mana, but also a lot fewer people died.

The high priest said with his arms open as if hugging the wand floating in front of him, and one or two light chuckles emerged from the crowd. "The alpha of the alphas and the most powerful witch of all time created this wand together, with liquid silver, star ore, perpetual ice, eternal fire, and the flower of life." The crowd stared at the wand, and the eyes are filled with frantic sparkles. "Their names are forever to be remembered," Said the high priest in a chanting voice, "Erebus, alpha of the alphas, The Silver Lightning, the Lord! And his mate, Kitty the witch of shadow."

“You might have done that by mistake or through negligence.” “You must be kidding me, right.” “You asked me to come here Luna, but it seems that the alpha is making a mockery of my prediction.” “I'm a sorry sorceress, please continue.” phoebe jabbed her husband with her elbow “You can go on.” alpha Balthazar scoffed “The lamb you brought for the purification ceremony years back where did you get it from.”

All we can do is wait for my grandfather to remember his spell. "Is there a way we can help you remember the spell grandfather" I offer politely. I am desperate to get rid of the Ornan ghost from our life. The bits and pieces I saw in his interaction with Althea, my past self is frightening. I was scared for Althea before I found out that she is me in the past. After I found out that we are the same and his obsessive behavior when he possessed Amber is outright frightening. "I have books back in my house. They have all the ancient spells. If we start our search from there, we might find something useful" lord Agamanan suggested.

I prompted, leaning forward until my own feet dangled above the floor, a child waiting for a story. “She’s made her home in Riverwood,” Amelia began, her tone all business. “A peculiar combination of a blacksmith’s forge and an alchemist’s study. The clang of the hammer and the bitter scent of reagents in one place. She even imbues her weapons with her own preparations.” “An artist of war,” I murmured, a flicker of admiration cutting through my focus. “To fuse alchemy and smithing requires a reservoir of mana most mages couldn't fathom.”

Which was fine by me besides I didn't have the energy for small talk anyway. But the thing is that I couldn't focus. I kept looking at the door. Kept waiting for someone to come in. Kept hoping it would be him. "Cressida." I blinked and turned and found my partner was staring at me. "Your beaker," she said. "It's boiling over." I looked down. The liquid was indeed bubbling, rising and spilling over the edge. I reached for it...too late. The glass cracked. And the steam hissed. My magic immediately surged for no sane reason.

Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now. If you haven’t guessed yet or you’re not updated on your demonology, well I can update you. I am a succubus, the product of my demon Lord father and my human mother. I honestly don’t know what they were thinking. There is protection or even classic old pull out. Now I have to survive on the life forms of other humans. It is extremely tiring but I have to if I want to live.

“I… this will sound ridiculous. They started staying around the area, I had no idea if they lived here. Over a couple of weeks and even months, we met at the same places and did the same things.” He looked to both of us for permission to continue. “As men, we started talking about random stuff. One of them said he was an alchemist. You don’t know how often alchemists run into themselves, it’s funny and sometimes we trade secrets and talk about the methods we use, equipment and all.” He continued. “So we started hanging out at the bar after a day’s work. I didn’t even think they knew each other until I thought about how they vanished after that night.”

And what are those things standing around them’ ‘ Alvaro’s gone after him,’ Jake snarled ‘ and those things are death-eaters. That is the name given to the most ardent followers of Torelli. The group consists primarily of wizards and witches who are pure-blood supremacists and who practiced the black magic with the least care, with malevolence, and without regard, neither with reverence or respect to the law of wizardry. They are his primal force and his mark is blazoned on their forehead. That’s what summons them to congregate in such fast manner’ At this, anxiety seized Jesse