Alchemical Animals Novels & Stories

“In it, we learn how to concoct potions that can heal injuries in hours, not days. We devote our minds to inventing health supplements such as the Ocean Lizard-grappling Elixir, the Ki Detoxifier and the Twelve Meridian Balancer; even the mythical Xian Serum. It’s no wonder some Gym-nins turn into Brew-nins. “Our External Alchemy is different from the internal healing or Divine Spark of the Storks and the herbology and toxicology of the Chthonians in the south. Surprisingly enough, it was the first ever collaborative work between us and the Salamanders. The Salamanders have their siege-engines, demolition bombs, mines and their relentless quest for the Philosopher’s Stone that would transfor

This was in fact the first time he smiled. "Hm, you're right, Belphegor," he said. Feeling happy that his lord has been cheered up a bit, Belphegor began to fly around the tall bookshelves. "As you can see, my lord, there are hundreds of books in here, from Alchemy, Mathematics, Magic Understanding, Cooking, and many books written by Master Ainz and Lady Lesithea about their research on Alchemy, Undead, and Chimeras, which led to their final and greatest creation, you," said Belphegor.

Unexpectedly, Sabrina replied with a faint smile, "Haha, Mister Marshall, you shouldn't rush to conclude. Alchemy furnaces are also classified into different grades, ranging from first to ninth grade, right?" Mister Marshall proudly nodded, "Yes, alchemy furnaces are indeed classified into grades. My alchemy furnace is already an eighth-grade alchemy furnace. Could it be that the alchemy furnace in your hand is a ninth-grade alchemy furnace?" Sabrina faintly smiled and said, "You're right. It is indeed classified from first to ninth grade, but don't forget that they are also categorized as ordinary artifacts and spiritual artifacts. The one you're using, the eighth-grade alchemy furnace, sho

A creepy and Chester-looking smile creeps to his face, together in the second of the moment where he flips the page of the book and marks the distinct pentagram and symbols of the titled words. “Human transmutation.” Giggling in content as he started with the fainting tone and increased until a menacing laugh somehow engulf the silent space and cold room he is currently residing in. A faint memory, yet the hair-raising realization that started everything of what he is right now, whispers back to his mind, as it says. “Alchemy. The medieval forerunner of chemistry, based on the supposed transformation of matter. It was concerned particularly with attempts to convert base metals into gold or t

"End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs." ​"My dogs? No, Rhea. They are your brothers. Your cousins. Anyone who wandered too far south in the last ten years," the Alchemist said, finally turning to face her. "Do you know how hard it is to stabilize the Silver Bane DNA? It’s so... stubborn. So prideful. It took me years to find the catalyst. Do you know what it was?" ​He stepped closer, and Rhea felt a wave of nausea. He smelled of formaldehyde and dead lilies.

“Alpha dox said, he has always been the wisest alpha here apart from me if course. "So now how do we make it look like an accident do we push her down the stairs. Alpha Jaxon said with all seriousness making everyone laugh. "Don't be dumb Anderson do you think this is a human movie?,you know pushing a wolf down the stairs can't kill her especially with her witchcraft and her enhance wolf healing abilities.” Alpha dox said glaring at Alpha Jaxon. "The best option is to poison her with the invisible sliver. " Alpha cane said,he his a very quite man,a man of few words.

" Your sons keep saying the same thing but i don't understand it." Amy turns to face him. "We are elemental witches. Our powers come from the elements around us. It is essential for us to establish a bond with our surrounding nature, otherwise we will not be as strong. I guess, if you trusted us with your secret, we can trust you with ours..." she said, kind of shyly. Witches... More witches... The Alpha is not going to like it at all.

I shouted at his retreating form. I leaned back in my chair and sighed as my eyes perused the many plaques of achievements and framed pictures of my family, animals, and signed movie posters on the walls. My eyes shifted towards my multiple degrees ranging from Biochemistry, Zoology, and finally, my Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine. My brother and I were raised our entire lives with animals because our family owned a prosperous ranch for several generations. It was only natural we would open our own veterinary practice. Michael’s specialty lied in livestock. He would travel to local farms and ranches providing preventative and emergency care to livestock while I stayed in the office and care