Alchemist Book Characters Novels & Stories

And then he steps over me and moves towards the crying baby. NO! I can’t let him hurt her! I can’t! But how is he still alive? His body has burnt patches, but how is he still moving? Why didn’t he die when no one else survived? Because he’s the Alpha. A woman’s voice reverberates through my mind. But there is no one here except for me, Rafael and that child. Then who is talking? Who is this woman? Because he’s the Alpha. The voice comes again and the pain in my chest increases. I press down on my chest as the pain becomes unbearable.

"I am the exalted Luna of this pack, and my bond was a gift from the Moon Goddess. Tainted, it was worthless. I needed no one but myself. "What did you say?!" A crystal vial whistled past my ear and shattered against the stone wall. Shards of glass and a month's worth of irreplaceable healing balm splattered across the floor. My son's half-shifted eyes burned with a golden rage. "How dare you say you're leaving him! I'm the one who should hate you! If anyone's leaving, it's me! I'm leaving you! The only one I respect is our pack's greatest Beta warrior, Aunt Valerie!"

'' I AM Stella you know me already though '' said the fairy she was short with brunett hair and blue eyes . '' I am Noir '' said one tiny girl with white hair , shining like the moon , along with purple eyes . '' Albert , will you come already ?'' the master grunted . '' Okay okay '' said one boy with light brown hair curly at the tips , along with deep blue eyes . '' I am albert , spell caster'' he said with a annoying face . '' Celia is a witch , Stella is fairy , Adam is Swordsman , Albert is spell caster '' the master said .

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust. Runes appeared under his hand. The lock opened with a loud noise, the figure moved to the left. A smile went across the alchemist face; he was pleased. He opened the book. Pages turn on their own, the book stopped on the thirty-second page. The alchemist moved a bit closer. The page was written in a different language than the previous page. Letters moved across the page. They changed order; they were glowing now. Words could be seen on alchemist's face. He moved closer. On the spine of the book, a gap opened. The gap was getting bigger. “I know, what this is,” the alchemist said. “It's a portal. The book is written in an unknown c

“Maybe all was lost then. Nothing anyone said could make us see the future. By the time Craig pulled himself out of misfortune, our uncle had already gathered allies to overthrow him. Worst, the prophecy announced that Craig needed his destined mate—someone with a mark—before his true power could be unleashed. We all knew our uncle was more powerful than we were, so we fled.” I frowned. “Your uncle overthrew you at your weakest moment. And you were just children. How did you survive?” She smiled. “It was all Craig. At first, it was just him and me. Then others joined us along the way.” My frown deepened. “If you were hiding, how did others find you?” She shook her head. “I think that’s enoug

"The glass didn't take all the oil, Noah. You lied to me about the cipher." "I lied to keep you from throwing the child into the basin," I said, reaching up to catch his jaw with both hands, forcing his face down until his lips were brushing mine. "The Alchemist didn't leave a cure in the capital, Ethan. He didn't leave anything but a book of names and a vault full of liquid phosphorus. We’re the last two people who know what happened under the altar." "I don't care about the altar," he growled, his mouth crashing into mine before I could finish the thought.

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

Kayla gazes at the book, 'That’s a book of spells,’ she says. ‘I’ve never seen a spellbook before. Does that mean you’re a witch?’ 'No, but I’ve been called a witch before. I’m an alchemist, though,' she says. ‘I’ve been called a witch before as well. They wanted to kill me,’ I say, looking away in dismay. ‘Have you ever met a witch before?’ I ask her. ‘'Well… Um, only very recently,’ Kayla smiles, ‘What about you? Have you ever met a witch?’ she asks me curiously.