Alchemy Books Novels & Stories

And if I couldn’t protect him, then what the hell was I worth as Alpha, as his mate? I turned from the window and crossed the room to the far wall of shelves. The books lining it were thick, old volumes passed down through generations of Alphas, some with cracked spines, some newer, placed there for show. My hand slid along them until it stopped at the third shelf from the bottom. I pulled out a heavy black-bound ledger and pressed it into the slot behind it. A soft click answered, muffled, almost imperceptible to anyone else’s ear.

The pages are slightly yellowed, but I don't mind. There are words and pentagram sketches on almost every page. Medical notes. Herbs and their meanings and uses. Different ailments and their treatments… And near the middle of the book, I come across symbols of sorcery that I don’t fully understand. There are also spells and detailed notes on how the spells can be practiced alongside scientific experiments. Alchemy. That's it! The bridge between both worlds. This is gold. My heart aches with both happiness and sadness as I close the book and clutch it close to my chest. My mum wasn’t just a doctor. She was more.

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”

Although his goal was to become a battlefield divine smith, I had no interest in the military-related books he liked. The only thing that caught my attention was a very thick volume titled Contemporary Ultimate Alchemy. Unfortunately, it was placed on the far upper-right corner of the shelf. I dragged over a stool to reach it, but the book was so heavy that it slipped from my hands and nearly smashed my head when it fell. A pile of papers scattered all over the floor. I never expected Loki to read things related to alchemy.

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.

My fingers blackened with dust and soot as I moved deeper into the ruins. Histories. Deaths. Border disputes. Bloodlines I didn't recognize. Records old enough that the territories described in them looked nothing like the ones I knew. Nothing about the prophecy. I pulled another scorched book from beneath a collapsed shelf. Most of the cover was gone. I nearly tossed it aside. Then I saw the words pressed faintly into what remained of the leather. Royal Records of the Alpha Kings. I stopped. That was old. Very old. I held the book beneath the lantern's glow and carefully opened it.

“Meaning I don’t actually know. I’ve been there twice in my life.” The vault turned out to be a room I hadn’t known existed, cold enough that my breath showed, shelves of leather-bound books stacked three deep and older than either of us by centuries. Alaric lit two lanterns and handed me one without a word, and we split the room without discussing it, him on the left wall, me on the right. “What am I even looking for?” “Anything with a wolf on the cover that isn’t gold or gray.” He pulled a book down, blew dust off it hard enough to make himself cough. “Anything silver.”

Charlie took out the pocket-sized book carefully and saw ‘Apocalyptic Book’ written in ancient script on the title page. “The name is quite interesting, I wonder what is written inside.” Charlie flipped the book and read its contents. The first chapter was the ‘Medical Techniques’, which recorded a large number of cases and treatment methods. Charlie frowned curiously. He had studied medicine briefly before and knew some basic theories, but the content in the books was obviously much better and advanced than the methods used in the medical industry nowadays. Some methods of diagnosis and treatment were unheard of even. In fact, at the end of the ‘Medical Techniques’ chapter, he saw a content

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

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