Alchemical Animals Novels & Stories

But Heavenly Order could not tell Immortals Alliance that Tranquile was under their protection. Facing this dilemma, Heavenly Order decided to issue a public announcement. They highlighted the struggles and sacrifices of alchemists, who often set aside their training to assist others. The announcement aimed to appeal to emotions and reason, emphasizing the importance and challenges of being an alchemist. However, Immortals Alliance thought threatening the alchemists would force the latter to create elixirs and discourage arrogant behavior. They ignored important factors like market dynamics and the availability of spirit stones. Their main concern was to obtain elixirs at a low cost or even

Alcinder was beginning to feel a surge of energy through him. “It is the home of the very first descendants of the Lycanthropes. It was heavenly and home to hundreds of different packs who worked under the prime pack. Alparo’s wolves and land has been cursed, poisoned by hate, and greed, and bound with several loose and dangerous spells. Till this is done, Wolves will have no mate. Move Quickly, Alpha Alcinder.” As she ended her words, the palace broke into two, spiraling him into a sinking bottomless pit.

Immediately she changed the water from a woman’s figure to the figure of a monster and it hovered and snarled at Angela making her scream. “What the fuck is that?” she shouted and Selene couldn’t help but laugh out loud and dropped her hand making the water spill. “That, my child is how to control water and make it take shape of anything you want”, she said. “I know. But what was THAT creature. It looks very scary even to a powerful werewolf like me”, she said. Selene chuckled again. “That was an Afanc. A creature made from water and clay and birth by magic.” “That sounds scary. I just hope there’s no Afanc out there.”

Alaric’s pride filled voice entered my mind, confusing me further with his words. “What are you talking about?” “When you healed Lee, you must have transcended.” “What does that mean Alaric?” I was beginning to get frustrated at the looks and murmurs around the room, I was not a side show. “Oh yeah, you know nothing about yourself. Transcention is when an Amethyst wolf gains their Amethyst pelt.” Why did he have to state this as if it would answer any of my questions. “Alaric, what the hell does that mean?” I growled; I just wanted a straight answer.

With shaky hands Daniels pulled the Humvee away from the vehicles, made a U-turn and started the drive back to base. “Hey, explain to me what that thing was!” Zane demanded. “Well for every one-thousand Pales born there is one alpha.” Daniels started to explain. “Alphas are smarter, faster, bigger and stronger than an average Pale. An alpha can stand in UV light. It’s believed they are a more pure version of Pales. They have tails too.”

Later that night— Long after the palace had fallen asleep— Froz returned to the library. Again. Ancient books covered the table. Dusty scrolls. Forgotten records. Legends. Myths. Everything connected to the symbol he discovered. Hours passed. Page after page. Nothing. Then— A passage caught his attention. His eyes narrowed. The text was damaged. Old. Barely readable. Yet one sentence remained intact. The Alpha read it twice. Then a third time. His heartbeat slowed. Because the passage described a wolf. A wolf capable of forcing submission.

Granted, every pack was affected by the chaos, but two packs seemed to have it worse. Xander and Ace’s packs. While other packs mostly recorded injuries and other minor effects of the damning attacks, their packs recorded horrific deaths and their numbers kept dwindling drastically by the day. All the deaths that were recorded have been mysterious and spiritual. Whoever was wielding the wand casting the spells was using something much more damning than dark magic or blood magic…. It had to be sacrificial magic where lives were being exchanged to deranged gods of the underworld in return for destructive favors. Whoever was orchestrating things had a lot of blood on his hands.

Logo, while organizing the alchemical knowledge in his mind, busied himself with the various metallic materials scattered on the ground. Alchemy is a vast and profound discipline with four major branches and hundreds of primary subfields. The four main branches are: Matter, Energy, Spirit, and Mysticism. The hundreds of primary subfields include Mechanics, Pharmacology, Bloodline Studies, Rune Studies, Material Science, Astronomy, Particle Physics, Macroscopic Alchemy, Microscopic Alchemy, Alchemical Mechanics, Puppetry, Toxicology, Bacteriology, Mycology, Virology, Biomimicry, and many more.

Shivers run down my spine as I think about those long-ago memories. Over the years as the Dark Alpha’s pet, I became a scientifically and magically altered therianthrope. A multi-shifter. Wolf, bear, owl, mouse and fox. The blood from the original animal shifters and their animal counterparts’ souls are laced into my DNA alongside my Wolf, Ember, infusing them together. The Dark Alpha created the perfect controllable weapon to conquer other races and anoint himself as Alpha King. However, his untimely death by the hand of Alpha Radar brought an end to his reign.

She came running into the kitchen with a big book and slammed it down open, making both Jensen and I jump with a grin on her face. “So,” she said excitedly, “The world is littered with all kinds of curses, and spells and prophecies. Some are so old that they could have been written by the original Alchemists themselves. There is one though that is so old it’s almost forgotten. It’s about the creation of a new supernatural species.” She turned the book and showed me the page that she was looking at. There was a crude drawing of a dog-like man, like how werewolves are shown in some of the TV Shows and movies out there.