Alchemical Animals Novels & Stories

Until recently, I thought that they were medieval people who were obsessed with turning lead into gold or something. “Yes and no,” the doctor said. “I don’t want to overload you with all the details, especially not right now. But in simple terms, the alchemists are the parents of the supernatural races. We created the first supernaturals many years ago.” “Oh, well that’s erm…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure what to say. Clearly there was way more to this, but I thought the doctor was right and was probably too much for me right now. “I know it can be a lot, but I want to give you enough information so that you understand exactly where you are in all this,” the doctor said, and I nodded.

His father HARON told him about the name in his neck, the tattoo and the bracelet. HARON was chocked of how AHMET read all the books in this age, and the knowledge he have, so he took him to the academy to pass the entrance exam,even he know the academy accepts children above 7 years old. The academy of alchemist is the only place in this continent where people can learn to be a doctor an alchemist or a scientist. Doctors they are specialist in creatures bodies and they can analyze new symptoms and discover the new disease. Alchimistes the are specialist in making potions to change appearance, to make your animal/pet quick or strong, there are many utility for potions.

He pulled off the piece of extra skin on her side chin, due to which a golden lily tattoo became clearly visible. Alchemists are humans charged with helping Moroi and dhampir keep their existence secret and cover up their works, like disposing of strigoi bodies. They have a flower tattoo on their left lower cheeks made from gold and Moroi blood, charmed with earth and water magic. They cannot turn into vampires even after being bitten by them. "It was necessary to come. I have lost my son, but I cannot lose my granddaughter. I will protect her at all costs from these werewolves and for that I needed this book," she replied.

"Chesca's great-great-grandparents, the founding Alphas of Steelheart pack, had them brought over the sea from the temples before they were destroyed. No one has read them for centuries, but I'm sure they say something about what you're dreaming of. Even if you don't find out anything for certain, it might be helpful to know that others have experienced similar things." "Thanks," Ariella murmured and began lifting a small book from the shelf nearest her eye level. The scrollwork on the worn leather was intricate and intriguing. Otherworldly. For the next half hour, she paged through drawings of different creatures, ancient wolf portraits and sketches of extinct animals. Some were obviously e

Hunter's POV The pungent scent of bubbling chemicals surrounded me as I carefully measured out powders and tinctures into the alembic on my workbench. This latest experimental formula needed to distill for a full month before being viable, but all initial signs were promising. If successful, just a small dose could temporarily bestow a mortal with a dragon's keen senses and preternatural speed. An invaluable edge for my human allies in the coming conflicts. But rushing the delicate alchemical process now would court only disaster and wasted time. Patience and precision were vital.

S) "[Why?… is it useful?…]". [it is…Undead Skeletal animal bone can be refined into bone dust which is the most important ingredient to concoct a high-level healing potion of all type…the Alchemy division has been exporting these ingredients from Dukedom and it's already cost us 1 gold coins per kilo…]. (T.A.S)

Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?” “Yes I do. But they are just old bedtime stories.” Alex shook his head. The old Gods didn’t exist. They were just night time stories told to children. The only Goddess was the Moon Goddess. The one who destined each werewolf with their destiny and their mate. Surely this Kevin and his father couldn't be serious.

“Now, what the hell is a Binder?” “A person capable of extraordinary and terrible things,” that sensual voice murmured. Vaelen stood in the doorway. The split lip was gone…just smooth, unbothered skin where she’d landed the punch. “Another form of an Alchemist,” he went on. “But where Alchemists transform elements, Binders can trap and harness spirits, specifically, the spirits of wolves and Lycans." Thorold nodded eagerly. “Yes! Yes—it’s so. And more. A skilled Binder could manipulate the bonds between wolves. Suppress them. Strengthen them and even break them.”

It was soon seven days after the passing of Alpha Simon. The pack grounds were filled with silence as wolves gathered around the burial site. Elders stood at the front, their voices steady as they spoke of Alpha Simon’s death. Elder Marus lifted his hands. “Our Alpha did not fall to blade or poison. His wolf reached its thousand years in another realm. The Moon Goddess has called wolf and man home together. This is not a curse. This is not foul play. It is the way of the bond between wolf and master.”

A single drop could paralyze a Grandmaster-level Spiritual Beast in three seconds, turning muscle to stone and blood to jelly. At the same time, as the needles cut silently through the air, he crushed a rice-sized crystal hidden between his fingers. A completely colorless and odorless mist instantly spread, dissolving into the air around Brahma. It was the Miasma of the Rotting Heart, an alchemical poison that worked more slowly, corrupting the soul from within, causing unspeakable hallucinations and mental anguish before finally claiming its victim's life. A dual attack from an assassin. One fast and lethal, the other slow and torturous. His last ace.