Alchemist Homunculus Novels & Stories

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

The doors opened with a deep groan, as though even the wood resisted granting entry. A man stepped forward. Not a wolf, not like the others, but something else or close enough to wear the shape convincingly. His black tunic was simple yet fine, trimmed with silver thread. His eyes, however, betrayed him. They gleamed faintly, like coals banked beneath ash. He bowed low, voice smooth and measured. “Alpha Darius. Welcome home.” Darius’s jaw ticked. “This is not home Luca,” he said flatly. “It is my brother’s hall. Do not mistake the difference.”

As they pushed the door open, the sweet scent of incense wafted towards them. Inside, the house was dimly lit by candles, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Strange, metallic instruments littered the room, along with vials of bubbling potions and strange, mystical objects. The alchemist himself sat at a large wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by books and scrolls. "Welcome," he said, his voice gravelly and deep. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Nathan stepped forward, his sword still held tightly in his hand. "We seek your knowledge," he said firmly. "We need your help to defeat a great evil."

“First, you must remove your waist belt and submit it to me. Do it quickly, because my pal over there doesn't have much patience left.” Rhaizen Gale followed the instructions. He flung his belt, which contained all of his potions and elixirs, over to the Lorth mage. The mage said, "Good." He then proceeded to stomp the vials and beakers under his feet, ensuring that they were all smashed. He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him.

"You know this. You can do this." I grabbed a pipette and began measuring the distilled serums I had prepared, attempting to isolate the active compounds that might counteract the toxin. My mind raced through the potential variables—pH levels, molecular weights, and the serological interactions. Like a composer crafting a symphony, I carefully calculated the ratios, blending elements of modern science with age-old alchemical knowledge.

I stroked both of his cheeks to make him feel my warmth, but I had no idea that when he did, he would turn away from me. "I needed to save him as soon as I saw his memories, so I transformed him into something that could save you. I never anticipated that he would have to be imprisoned in this dreadful temple upon his return and that the artifact would consume the majority of his power for him to produce a copy on his own. That is the Alchemist; he was fashioned from a fragment of Victor’s soul and an artifact.”

And the temple became a kind of laboratory for alchemists. Even Hayden also gave humans as guinea pigs for the alchemists. Until finally, created a shape-shifting potion, which he named polyjuice. But the potion cannot be used on just anyone as they started to melt, or died suddenly. The only one who managed to drink the potion and stay alive was Dylan.

Only after five full hours did Logo finally discover the alchemical canon most suited to him. General Outline of Aslant Alchemy, A Foundational Introduction to Mechanical Alchemy, Karashen’s Analysis of Materials Science, Mefin’s Detailed Commentary on Runes, Collected Notes for Apprentice Alchemists… Eleven volumes in total. Had they been written on paper, any single one of them could easily have filled ten rooms. When Logo chose to receive this knowledge, each star of information transformed into a meteor and shot toward him, sinking one after another into his chest.

"Divine alchemy is about transmuting Hajin—the god-particle that can be found everywhere in nature— and turning it into supernatural abilities," Rowan began. We are known as the Wheezer— an alchemist who transmutes Hajin by breathing. There are many types of Alchemy other than Wheezing. Your mother is a Tippler, and your late uncle Han was a gobbler. However, we won't be talking about them today." "But, father, how did you know that I am a wheezer if my power hadn't been awakened yet?"

Bottles rattled against the shelves like loose teeth. "My mother forced me to memorize every lethal root in the northern territory," I said, my voice dropping into a flat, jagged edge. "She told me an omega with an alchemy kit lives twice as long. When the rot started eating her lungs, I had to mix her doses myself. I know the difference between a cure and a kill." "We do not need a lecture," Alice snapped, pulling a tinted vial from the rack. "We need a stabilizing agent."