Alchemy Homunculus Novels & Stories

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

he headed for a room while Carter followed him. They both got into the room. There were fifty weak demons in the room. They moaned and strained like they were about to die. "Are these demons?" Carter asked in amazement. "No. They are the qualities we need in this fight against Alpha Nemesis" Alpha Nolan scoffed. "These are not qualities" Carter shook his head. "They are dying" he made a disappointed face. "They won't die. They are like this just because they are not ripe to be awake. And luckily, I have found a way around that. They will be up and well once they feed" Alpha Nolan related.

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

In the supernatural spectrum of an Alpha’s perception, everything became a background hum as his internal instincts locked onto a specific, impossible frequency. Deep within Amora’s lower abdomen, beneath the layers of canvas and denim, there wasn't just one life force. There was a second one. It was tiny, barely the size of a seed, but it carried an unmistakable, catastrophic resonance. It didn't have a normal human pulse. It was a rhythmic, heavy thrum that vibrated with the exact, ancient frequency of the Alonso lineage. A Supreme Alpha spark. A thunderous, roaring heartbeat that was trying to build a wolf using the remnants of Duncan’s own bloodline.

I said, looking down at Lucian, the child was awake, his obsidian eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he could see through the miles of rock, "they are holes. And holes can be filled." I felt the shift in the air, a sudden, artificial dryness, the Null-Hunters had breached the lower amethyst vaults, they didn't use fire or steel, they carried "Suppression Cubes," artifacts of ancient Solar tech that generated a localized field of "Absolute Zero Magic." As they entered the nursery corridor, the bioluminescent plants withered, the violet hum of the amethyst died, even Koran staggered, his silver aura flickering like a candle in a vacuum.

Jeremiah screamed, he tried to trace down the sorcerer through the window, but it was too dark to see anything. Jeremiah then decided to check Harold’s condition, ‘It was too late, he’s already dead.’ Black smokes were fuming up from the cadaver. ‘Amy could you check the mana in his body…’ Armadale showed up, “of course master,” it said and came closer to Harold’s rigid body. The black smoke was absorbed by it’s mouth, then the book opened by itself. On page three, a new magic diagram was formed and both the shape and name were similar to the one on the second page.

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Swallowing a large lump in my front I grappled with the right term, “You, changed? You had horns?” “My demon nature Avalon. Over the centuries we have learnt to tame our true selves, but what you saw was the curse that God placed on all of our kind for rising against him.” His tone would suggest that this was the most normal thing in the world, to him I guess it was. For me this was definitely not normal. On the other hand, It wasn’t exactly as if I was completely ignorant to the world of creatures. So why was I so surprised that demons were able manifest themselves into something that was so representative of their name?

I saw my mom who was looking badly at the child, I couldn't see her face very well because her face is blurry but she had two horns on her head. I grabbed the tree next to me. "What was that?" I asked myself. Why is my mom is with that child? Who is that girl with horns? And that seems to be true... it seems that..... that thing happened. Why did I suddenly think of that? I just shook my head and started walking again until I entered the house. I saw Tito Leo carrying garbage, it looks like he will throw it away now. Tito Leo is the youngest brother of my mom.

However, they would not wake without the antidote, and the antidote could only be found in the blood of the original vampire who walked in daylight—a day-and-night wanderer, pretending to be human while secretly plotting to dominate the world. "I’ll bring the cure. Wait for me. I’ll return!" I left with an even heavier worry in my chest. Had my new Luna returned safely to the stronghold at the North Pole?