Alchemy Master Novels & Stories

I’d always done better with objects to focus my magic: salt, and bowls, and mirrors, the tools of my trade that could absorb and concentrate my power, when I didn’t have the focus to craft a spell out of nothingness. In that frantic moment, the only thing I could think of that would flow well into a metal object was a binding spell, the kind that had been on the cuffs and chains I’d worn earlier that night. I whispered the words and pushed every bit of power I had into it, the rush of it burning through my muscles and nerves and viscera, and as the shaman reached for me, his lips curved into a rictus of a smile, I hauled back and smashed it into his face. His nose broke with a wet crunch. He

His father HARON told him about the name in his neck, the tattoo and the bracelet. HARON was chocked of how AHMET read all the books in this age, and the knowledge he have, so he took him to the academy to pass the entrance exam,even he know the academy accepts children above 7 years old. The academy of alchemist is the only place in this continent where people can learn to be a doctor an alchemist or a scientist. Doctors they are specialist in creatures bodies and they can analyze new symptoms and discover the new disease. Alchimistes the are specialist in making potions to change appearance, to make your animal/pet quick or strong, there are many utility for potions.

His voice was gentle as he uttered unfamiliar words that began to walk through my mind and I could see them as if I were reading a book. “EXSALLIRIEM” , I said weakly. I felt the ground tremble around me while everything began to crumble as the creatures were caught in disbelief and a grain of fear was seen in Zit’s eyes. I could feel the wave of heat flowing through my body restoring my strength and voice;” EXSALLIRIEM QXANTO”, I gasped as a strong wind blew in the room carrying everything in front of me, my shackles cracking under the strong light illuminated the room like the sun, turning the creatures to dust.

"So, what was the point of bringing you here in the first place?" "This is the big Rhaizen Gale we're talking about. Did you expect it to be so easy?" The alchemist was quick to answer. Enraged, the lorth magician tore another paper in half and hung it over his eyes, reciting another spell, "Vision of truth!"

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

"They prayed until her breath stopped. I am not doing that again." "This is alchemy, Scout," Alice said. She grabbed my wrist, her grip tight, her thumb pressing into my pulse point. "It is not standard medicine. It is a locked lock. Without the caster's blood or a high-level warlock to dismantle the components, we are just pouring random acid down her throat." "Then we break the lock," I said. I pulled my wrist out of her hand. "Get the crates." Alice stared at me, her mouth open slightly, a small twitch working under her left eye. "You do not have the authority to command this floor."

"Explain how you kissed me while you were stealing my blood for her? Explain how you said you loved me while you were planning to offer me up as a gift to her pack?" The hall fell silent. Every Alpha was staring at Clark in utter shock. "You want proof?" I held up my right hand, and a golden flame ignited in my palm. "This is the true Alchemist's Fire. Can you do that, Layla?" Layla trembled, unable to speak. "And this." With a wave of my hand, a complex array appeared in the air. "The core conversion formula for the Philosopher's Stone. The complete version." Every alchemist in the room gasped.

"Who is this Master Dutachi, Asher? And why are we seeking him out?" Asher adjusted his satchel and explained, "Master Dutachi is a renowned magician in these parts. He's known for his deep knowledge of ancient relics and artefacts, particularly those with mystical properties. We're seeking him because he might be able to guide us in our quest for the Amulet of Serapis." Elara nodded in understanding but couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The journey was growing more intriguing by the minute, and the prospect of unlocking the amulet's power was both thrilling and daunting.

"And word's already spreading you're here. Council sympathizers are everywhere." Jamie thanks her and they descend deeper. The third level is darker, less crowded. The alchemist's shop is at the end of a long corridor. Inside, an ancient man tends to bubbling potions. He doesn't look up when they enter. "Phoenix ash. Fresh or preserved?" His voice is dry as dust. "Whichever works fastest to cure dragon poison." Now he looks up. His eyes are milky white, blind but somehow seeing everything. "Dragon poison. Rare. Expensive to cure. Do you have payment?"

“As my bestie, Kim, can you tell me more about the Kwaad pack? Growing up here, I’m sure you know a lot about Alpha Kyle and things that might have been covered up. Did any hunters ever come here to fight your Alpha?” Kim frowns and shrugs. “No. I doubt anyone can enter here. Ma and the other witches put a protection spell around this whole place. Then, Alpha Kyle, using his Leviathan powers, put an Acheron ring around the perimeter. Unless someone lets you in or you are a pack member, you can’t break through. So, unless the hunter has extremely strong magical abilities to bypass the protections, they’d never manage to find their way in,” Kim explains.