Alchemy Homunculus Novels & Stories

“There was a quenching spell added that after an hour, the site would go cold. Less collateral damage that way, provides a more targeted attack. I dislike being responsible for the death of countless innocents so I build in safeguards.” “You created these bombs?” Distracted from Jules, August re-evaluated Connery. “Warlock?” “Alchemist,” Connery corrected. “I have no magic. What I do possess is a wealth of wisdom and an uncanny ability to mix arcane ingredients to potent effect.” “Interesting,” August was thoughtful as he nodded. “So, the Van Helsings base has been destroyed and our pack members escaped before the explosion. A happy outcome all around,” he lifted an eyebrow at Jules. “How di

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

I followed, looking forward to a chance to release some power and meditate. The hemlock trees encircled a small clearing where a stone Altar was set up. I'd read once in one of old Stanwood books that this was the oldest relic in all of the Necromantic Families, moved only once, when the Mansers fled the Witches from their previous estate. Potted plants and flowers were placed around the wooden pillars that supported the heavy, stone slab. I sat in the grassy clearing facing the Altar, criss-crossing my legs in front of me. Talent crawled along my arms, like thousands of tiny spiders.

More hungry. And floating above him, suspended in some kind of magical field, was a baby. Not my baby. This one looked maybe six months old, with black hair and red eyes that matched Malachar's. "What the fuck," I breathed. "A homunculus," Dante said beside me, his voice tight. "He created an artificial vessel to test the ritual on." "It's not working though," Taylor pointed out. "Look—the baby's disintegrating." He was right. The homunculus was literally falling apart, chunks of its body turning to ash and floating away.

"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?"

"The Tailor sewed me back together using the threads of the men I killed. I am the Council’s masterpiece, Rowan. I am the Alpha of Alphas. And I am here to collect the debt your little Queen just signed." Alaric turned his black eyes to me. I felt a chill run down my spine that turned my blood to slush. "The Tailor took the 'Possibility' of your children, Kaima. Do you know where that energy went? It didn't just vanish. It was transferred." He raised his staff, and the jars on the walls began to glow brighter. "It went into the **Husk**," Alaric whispered. He pointed to a large stone sarcophagus in the center of the room. The lid was carved with the image of a wolf with three heads. As I wat

“But how is she merging with Apolliana? I thought the reason Le Créateur made her human was so that her human could restrain her angel. Didn’t the Siren say that Lana would have to die for Apolliana to rise?” I shake my head, “I also assumed the same. But then I thought about what has changed since the scales were rectified. What is to happen now that Azazel and Zoe are together, and Bree and Fallon realized the Eru’s prophecy?” I snap my fingers, and an ancient tome appears in my hands. “We found this deep in my library. It’s a similar interpretation to the one of The Book of Kings.” I flip through the book until I reach the page that I am searching for. “Resurgemus mundos viros neque sanct

Zhu Wushang asks as he nudges one of the corpses with his feet. “Yes Master, they are former humans who got affected by Shub-Niggurath's dark power. She has the power to corrupt living beings and changes them to become her servant.” The Black Merchant report. “I remember that name… in the book called Necronomicon. She’s one of the great old ones, “The Black goat of the wood with a thousand young” is her title.” Zhu Wushang recalled the content he had read, it was a pity that the books had already turned into scrap after he had evolved within that cocoon.

Angelina asked, suddenly swallowing hard. The necromancer’s eyes narrowed, as he examined the girl’s nervous face. “No, Angel. Today, we’ll have to raise a strong undead. This horse will not only retain his memory, mind and his own body. He’ll turn into a shellmouger. The monster sometimes called Scarlet Hoof. He’s a rare one, and he almost never appears naturally, without a necromancer’s help. And that’s because the monster requires an enormous amount of magic. “Reive, but I can’t...”

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.