Alchemy Homunculus Novels & Stories

My fingers close around the amulet instinctively, feeling its cold weight. Suddenly, the stone wall parts with a thunderous roar, revealing the monstrosity that lurks ahead. It’s another hidden chamber, but this one is different—from ceiling to floor, it is dominated by a massive glass tank within which swims a mature hydralith. Its gills expand and contract rhythmically as it breathes, its scaly tail swishing through the murky water. The creature’s humanoid arms reach out, grasping at nothing.

The process was complex and dangerous, requiring a deep understanding of the dark magic involved. But Harrion was nothing if not meticulous. He spent years perfecting the ritual, testing the amulet’s power, and refining the drug. Finally, after countless trials, he succeeded. The Bloodstone Amulet may not be whole, only a fragment, a small part of the whole, whose other pieces were scattered around the lands and seas, its surface glowed with a faint red light, its power pulsing. With the amulet around his neck, Harrion could feel the connection it created between him and the puppets that would soon fall under his control.

Granted, she used it mostly with bridge trolls, but I hoped it'd work now. The homunculus moved into the hallway, a hunched and deformed figure of what looked like a man. He raised a skeletal finger at me, half the flesh torn away as if he'd eaten it. His voice was a croak, like his vocal cords were charred away. "Only you." I threw four more rubies. The creature regarded them before picking them up, biting into one and then raised its twisted face. "All of you then." I smiled. "Thank you," I gave a small head bow at it.

The world went grey for a moment, the taste of copper filling her mouth. Through the haze, she saw Soma walking toward Grace. The girl was curled in a fetal position on the floor, the silver light in her eyes now so bright it was blinding. The very stones beneath her were beginning to liquefy, the limestone turning to a bubbling, white slurry. "The Alpha must be harvested," Soma said, raising the staff for a killing blow to the base of Grace’s skull. "SOMA, WAIT!" A new voice exploded into the chamber. It wasn't the voice of a man, but the voice of the Resonance itself.

Alpha Mason started, but he was interrupted by a cackling laugh as several witches appeared from around us, surrounding us They were all dressed in black and had odd colors of hair like the other witch that placed the illusion on us. There were ten anf were shooting bolts of lightning out of their palms. We all started dodging the bolts, trying to avoid getting hit. Alpha Clause started shifting into his Lycan form while the other Alphas shifted either into their Lycan form or their wolf form. The Lunas also did the same. I also shifted into my wolf and rushed towards one with silver hair

I hedged. “They have inverted this system. Each side is a body, with one spirit remaining. It goes against the natural order. You are still two spirits with two bodies. Bonded, yes, but still unique. They had murdered one in order to have two forms. A body can hold more than one soul but a soul was never meant to embody multiple bodies at once. It took powerful dark magic to make this possible.” The green flames in her hand turned silver, and the Serch Bythol solidified as a pure silver amulet. Morrigan tossed the amulet to me. “Hold on to that. you will need it soon.”

'' Attenion , we have a recruit welcome him'' said she shoting throughout the whole guild house . '' Anew face i see '' said one boy , he had dark hair with blue eyes . '' Yes treat him well '' she said . '' What's your name ?'' asked he . '' I am Arthur '' he replied . '' I see , i am Adam i am a magician , what about you ?'' asked he . '' I am a human , i want to learn alchemy '' Arthur replied . '' Alchemy ?'' he questioned . '' You heard it right , i think he needs to form a party ''she said some people gaathered around them .

I reply and wait for Dereck to go through the open doors before Kyla and I follow along right behind him. As we walk along, we keep to a rather long carpet. This place is almost like a royal throne room, but with no thrones or other royal-themed objects. I wonder if they had originally built this place as a place of worship until werewolves took over. The alpha and luna are quite old. Though at a guess, I would put them at the same age as my mother, or late father. The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white.

He drew me close enough to him so that I could once more become enthralled by the aroma of him, but before I can become drunk once more, I shake my head and turn my attention to the Count, who is imprisoned inside the blood-filled wall but whose mouth is hissing like a rabid beast. "A creature like him is called defective and that is because he had inserted a potion that Auster created and that potion might disrupt any creature's mental health," he had foams in them from shouting as though he were in pain. As I watched Casimir express those words with eyes that glistened as if he wanted to start a battle, I couldn't help but widen my eyes. “That's why even the alchemist who had produced such

In the window stood paper servants, paper horses, paper mansions, paper phones, even a paper sports car with gold wheels. All of them were turned toward us. Their painted eyes followed my steps. [Subsidiary altar contaminated.] They were not. Aunt Lan threw a pot at it. The pot went through. The paper thing kept coming. The paper body turned sideways and slipped between two benches no human shoulder could pass. That was the problem with enemies made from offerings. They understood the temple's narrow spaces better than we did. It did not attack me. It went for the altar. More specifically, for the ash bead left from the false mother.