Alchemist Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Lady Cotts sounded furious but it didn’t show as her red eyes went dim slowly. Chuckling, Irina amused. “I would never do that.” She glanced at Lucas who blew her a kiss from across the room then at the hourglass next to him. Her voice was firm when she looked at her mother again. “Now, if you wish to know what happened with you, listen to me.” She paused to see whether her mother would give any reaction or not, turned out she was waiting for her to speak. “This book, written by an alchemist who lived centuries ago. It says in the book, in pictures, the sun and the moon anatomy. Do you know what uncommon between the sun and the moon?”

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

Gilded in our love. Reinn... he was everything I needed. Everything I waited for. He was my Alpha and me, his Luna. The Goddess saved me. She redeemed me. And in turn, returned me to him. My true mate. My love. BOOK 2 - THE END

EMBER’S POV She takes both my hands in her small dry ink-stained ones, and grips them hard, and looks up into my face with something burning in her pale eyes that was not there a minute ago. Awe. Plain, naked awe. “The first thing,” she says quietly. “The first thing you learn in this trade is the detail. Two leaves can look exactly the same to the whole world. One of them heals you. The other stops your heart. And the only difference between them is a single vein on the underside, so small you’d never find it unless someone taught you where to look.” Her grip tightens. “To an outsider, my husband’s three cups were one and the same. Three black rims, all alike. But a true alchemist does not

“I found this. This book was written by your maternal great-grandfather, Your Highness. It was published 10 years before the rumors surfaced. He conveyed his vision to restore the glory of the Drachentia Kingdom using the knowledge of the alchemists. Here, he said, “Elysian opened the page of the book he had marked, then handed it to me. I read the sentence slowly. 'Power comes from how submissive a person is. It is the alchemists' fault that made magic disappear. However, they can also give us other forms of power by subduing the human mind as we wish.' THUMP. “This!” “Yes. At that time, your great-grandfather received ridicule and rebukes from the other nobles. They claim that your great-g

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled. "That is the symbol for alchemy in magick. This book is called Bnane's Book of Potions." Her dad said as he kept patting it as if the book was a little child or a favorite pet. "And only people with magick can open this book. All the special books can only be opened by the magick in our blood. Other normal books, about magick, about wiccan culture and symbols, now anyone can open it."

Those spiritual herbs were either second-grade high-rank or third-grade low-rank, and many of them were suitable for alchemical purposes. He then perused the technique manuals within and concluded that there was no point in learning any of them. The techniques were not very strong, and it would be very troublesome if he used techniques and ended up being recognized by the Stormy Moon Sect. In the end, he casually picked up an old yellowed book in the corner and read through it. He did not think much of it at first, but he was somewhat overjoyed after giving it a more careful read. To his surprise, the book contained several training exercises that were suitable for women.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

The answers I had been avoiding, the truth I had been running from — it was all here, in my hands. I took a deep breath and opened the book. The title on the next page stopped me cold: Almega. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. Almega? I had never heard the term before, but the name itself sent a ripple of unease through me. The letters looked old, the ink slightly faded, but there was no mistaking the severity of the words. I continued reading, my heart pounding harder with each sentence. “An Almega is a rare and dangerous creature—half Alpha, half Omega.” The book… it really is about me.