Alchemy Master Novels & Stories

“First, you must remove your waist belt and submit it to me. Do it quickly, because my pal over there doesn't have much patience left.” Rhaizen Gale followed the instructions. He flung his belt, which contained all of his potions and elixirs, over to the Lorth mage. The mage said, "Good." He then proceeded to stomp the vials and beakers under his feet, ensuring that they were all smashed. He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him.

“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.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

As they walked Semore explained the characteristics of Alamcyte and pointed out the evidence of his knowledge at various points. Alamcyte was the strongest metal in the world and the lightest. It had an extremely high melting point which made it difficult to work with. Despite the difficulty it was used to make swords, shields, gates, arrow heads and jewelry as well as for decoration of the wealthiest people’s homes. The colour varied in the cave. In some areas more blue than green and in others more green than blue. The green areas were where the Alymcyte was shallower while the blue was where it was deeper. It was like glass and the thicker it was the darker in colour it became. The cave w

She returned to her chair and began to read, her voice filling the cabin with the echoes of the past. “Long ago, in a land shrouded in mist and magic, there lived a brilliant alchemist named Elias Thorne. He was obsessed with the concept of duality, with the idea that every soul has a twin, a mirror image, a perfect complement. He believed that by harnessing the power of duality, he could unlock the secrets of the universe and achieve immortality.”

Something that reminded me of the moment before lightning strikes. Inside lay a stirring rod carved from a single shard of Ever-Light Diamond. Its tip glowed with an internal flame of concentrated mana. Beside it sat a cauldron no bigger than a teacup, made of Star-Forged Mithril. The surface rippled like liquid starlight, drinking the light around it. Malphas made a choked sound. His knees buckled. His three eyes rolled back like he was about to faint. "Is that the Celestial Hearth?" he whispered. "The tool used by the first Alchemist King?"

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard. “What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure. “I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.” “Someone made this monster?” I was appalled. Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”

she hissed, keeping her face a mask of regal indifference. ​"The Blight-Wolves are being kept in the old mines on the southern border," he said, spinning her effortlessly. "And Silas isn't the one in charge. He’s just the purse. The one calling the shots is a man known as the 'Alchemist.' He’s been using Silver Bane blood to create his monsters." ​Rhea stumbled slightly, and Elias caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. For a heartbeat, the "Wild Desires" she had been suppressing surged to the surface. She wanted to forget the pack, the traitors, and the war. She wanted to sink into him.

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.