Alchemy Albedo Novels & Stories

she asked me and I had to tell her the deal at that point, but I had to make sure she did not say anything to anyone. "What I am about to tell you, you can never say to anyone, do you understand? Can I count on you, Lilith?" I asked her. "What is it?" she asked. "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone first of all. I need you to promise me" I said to her and she promised not to say a word. "I need to see my mother in the cell where she's held, but the guards would not let me see her, on the Alpha's orders. The only way I can get to her would be by drugging the guards. I need you to get me some of your aunt's pills." I said to her "How many does she take?" I asked.

I don't add that I've lost my dream, it's all I can focus on, which makes me feel selfish but I can't help it and I need time to wallow. "Abaddon will fix it. What you did, his dad is going to begin transferring the Alphaship to him as soon as he turns twenty-one and he'll fix it for you then." He says with such vehemence that I know he truly believes it, but I'm not so sure. "Bye Gene." I climb into bed, pull my quilt over my head and close my eyes. Hearing him leave and the next voice I hear is my mother's, telling me she's put a hot chocolate on my bedside table and is going to bed if I need her.

The altar of the moon was a natural plateau of white stone, situated at the highest point of the Black Mountain. It was a place of ancient power, where the veil between the world and the Moon Mother was thin. The seven Alphas were already there, stripped to the waist, their bodies covered in tribal markings. They shifted as I approached not into full wolves but into the "Crinos" form, a terrifying blend of human and beast designed for maximum carnage.

She rolls her eyes. Now, that she has gotten closer to me, I can see her face clearly. Her dark, olive skin glows brightly under the white light. Every feature on her face is made to perfection; a small nose, v-shaped jawline, and eyes that are cat-like— a quality that makes modeling agencies fall in love with me. But, right now, there are no modeling agencies, just monsters. ...[“Alkhemi is a realm surrounded by water, that water serves as a barrier, protecting it from the heavens and hell. So, the water signifies the Alkhemi and you have accepted to be the Queen of this realm.”]...

Caspian rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. "If wolf healing potion and conventional magic can't cut through the dark poison..." Caspian muttered softly, his sea-blue eyes flashing. "...then alchemy might be our best bet." My heart leaped. "Alchemy?" Caspian nodded firmly. "Magic messes with raw energy, but alchemy rearranges the actual structure and molecules of the poison itself. Elaria. Her and her brother Julian can pull it off. We need to go to them." A sudden spark of hope flared up in my chest. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go see Elaria right now! I can handle the pain—"

White walls, white floor, white so pure it hurt to look at. Now it glowed grey on the horizon. Like our old crater, but bigger. "Kovac beat us to activating it," Caelum said in my head. His white wolf was huge, scarred, but fast. White fur turning grey at the tips from running so hard. "I can feel it. Altar 2 is awake. It's calling Whites." "Elara?" I gasped, still clinging to Kai's black fur. Kai was breathing hard but steady under me. Alpha stamina.

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

an alchemist could acquire the corresponding "sub-abilities." The high-dimensional information space of the Aslanth civilization contained many such "recipes." For instance, Logo had noticed one called "Calm Heart," a sub-ability that could soothe the mind, dispel restlessness, stabilize mental power, and help the alchemist focus entirely on alchemical studies. By following the recipe, there was a 38% chance of acquiring this ability at the junior alchemist level, 45% at the intermediate alchemist level, 21% at the advanced alchemist level, and only a 1.3% chance at the top-tier alchemist level...

The young wolves crouched on the damp ground, muscles tense beneath their tawny or silver fur, ready to pounce at the slightest signal. But Alma was different. His coat, silvery white mixed with ethereal hues, seemed to capture fragments of night light, strange and unreal amidst the dark wolves of the pack. The moon slid across his flanks like a silent benediction, a radiance no other Keibster possessed. A singularity that disturbed as much as it fascinated. She should have been focused. She should have melted into the night, spying on the human prey advancing a few meters away, oblivious to the danger that awaited her.

Winter's Remedy began attracting clients, most drawn by the Northern Alliance's very public endorsement, while I devoted my evenings to perfecting Emma's formula. The final result was magnificent, even by my critical standards. The formula featured exactly what Emma had demanded—gold wolfsbane extract that shimmered when applied, Northern white healing herbs providing a luxurious base, and the finest moonshadow roots giving it a subtle ruby hue. I had balanced the components perfectly, ensuring that beyond its aesthetic appeal, the formula would genuinely enhance the wolf's natural healing abilities and provide protection against silver exposure. The container, a special commission from a te