Alchemy Homunculus Novels & Stories

She asked and let us in. We went inside the house and we sat on the couch. while Luna went to the kitchen. I roam my eyes around because her house is full of stuff that amazes my eyes. It has a big picture of a moon and a pentacle that is hanging on the wall. There’s a figurine of a naked woman with long hair that is surrounded by plants and animals and beside it, she has an unlit black and white candle, and her house smell like incense too. After a moment of waiting, she returned with juice on a pitcher and cookies on a plate and put it on the center table, and offered it to us. Devon drinks a little and takes a bite of the cookie.

They had a deal with the Alphas. "What is the deal?" I asked. "Ana's father, Dylan, is a psychic who can read anyone's past, and Caroline's father, Gordon, is well-versed in rare herbs and can cure rare illnesses. Alpha Xavier wants to learn the past and also cure their mother. Although Gordon and Dylan are wealthy and don't need money, they agreed to engage their daughters with the Alphas, knowing that the Blackmoon Alpha has a curse that makes it hard for them to find a mate," Daisy explained as she poured the coffee into the mugs and placed them on the small trays.

He maintained his distance even when he began to speak. “We know about the prophecy because we’re part of the Order of Ouroboros.” Before the shock could register, Jada chimed in. “We were born into it. Just like our parents were, and their parents before them.” She tugged on a thin chain around her neck, one I’d seen her wearing many times but never thought anything of it. The charm at the base was a serpent, it’s little silver scales glinting in the light. It was wrapped around a dainty hoop, it’s mouth open as it devoured it’s own tail.

“Then lead the way.” “D’you know where Tinicum Hall is, Kujo?” I asked when we started to the southeast of the vast campus. “Yes. Tinicum. Near Quaker.” “Wanna go and wait for us there?” We all felt the ground tremble as he galloped away ahead of us. “Holy shit,” Brett repeated, a whole speech in the state of shock he still was. “How come he’s so intelligent?” “Our theory is that feeding on living energy started the process,” Amy replied. “And Fran here did the rest.”

“She fed them blood, gave them names, crafted them from bone and hatred. But they weren’t ready.” “Then let’s make sure they never wake.” They planted the explosive charges around the summoning altar. The room was filled with half-formed husks—mutated bodies stitched together, eyes sewn shut, mouths agape with teeth made of stone. “They aren’t dead,” Sokolov muttered. “Just… waiting.” Petrov took out a relic—a flint-carved medallion blessed by Malthea. He placed it on the altar. “They’ll sleep forever now.”

Alchemists were bustling about in their work robes, carrying bottles of liquid, raw materials, and notebooks. “The same atmosphere,” I murmured, still smiling sweetly. My mood was excellent lately due to the smooth progress of the Moon Market project. Serel was already waiting in the meeting room with Hessel, the Head Alchemist of Silvergrove pack, and fifteen other alchemists. They greeted me respectfully. “Luna,” Hessel said, bowing briefly. “We have completed the initial prototype of the Silvergrove Mortar.” My eyes lit up. “Show me.”

Why was my wolf reacting to him? ​"Focus, Alpha!" Vesh’s metallic voice snapped me out of my trance. "They are bringing up a Breaker!" ​I looked down the gorge, shoving the confusing emotions aside. The sea of Ferals was parting. ​Lumbering toward our line was a monstrosity. It was a Flesh Golem, a construct built by the necromancers of the Court. It stood fifteen feet tall, composed of stitched-together limbs and torsos of dead wolves and bears. It dragged a massive, rusted iron anchor on a chain.

Only Andrius slowed down and slipped away from the group, and no one noticed. “Phew…” Andrius let out a breath of relief and started to enjoy his victory. Swoosh… He raised his hand, releasing a swarm of insects into the freshly dug grave. Soon, rustling sounds came from within. Not long after, the insects flew out with a pill. It was the internal pellet of an immortal, known as a celestial core—the essence of an immortal’s countless years of cultivation, similar to a fiend’s fiend core. That was what Andrius wanted.

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

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."