Alchemy Master Novels & Stories

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.

An amused voice asked. “Gómez.” I felt the air get stuck in my chest. “Ah... you do remember my voice, so romantic...” “What do you want?” I asked trying to sound cool. "I have a message for you, Hardy,” he said mockingly. "Send it by FedEx,” I growled my answer, Abbie looking at me curious. "Listen, you fucking moron, I told you Arthur Ward wasn't clean wheat, although I didn't think he'd be able to sell his own granddaughter to a nut."

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

“And what help will I aid you, King Carlos?” “Mermen and mermaids are known for their effective medicines and magical arts of healing.” King Carlos spoke. “But elves also hold a big part of those achievements due to the knowledge they shared to the Mermen about illnesses, including strong poisons.” Carlos then took a little sack from his pocket and handed it to Yesenia, whilst the priestess accepted in her palms and carefully untied the string of yarn that is tightly wrapped against the sack’s opening. She poured the content in her free palm and examined closely the ruby red powder laid against her minty gloves like a fresh paint of blood.

Unexpectedly, Sabrina replied with a faint smile, "Haha, Mister Marshall, you shouldn't rush to conclude. Alchemy furnaces are also classified into different grades, ranging from first to ninth grade, right?" Mister Marshall proudly nodded, "Yes, alchemy furnaces are indeed classified into grades. My alchemy furnace is already an eighth-grade alchemy furnace. Could it be that the alchemy furnace in your hand is a ninth-grade alchemy furnace?" Sabrina faintly smiled and said, "You're right. It is indeed classified from first to ninth grade, but don't forget that they are also categorized as ordinary artifacts and spiritual artifacts. The one you're using, the eighth-grade alchemy furnace, sho

[Erica] The three young mages stared at Elias, baffled. It was Grey who spoke first. "Aether?" Elias simply nodded. Erica cocked her head in confusion. Elias said, "Come with me". They followed him inside the mansion. Elias led them into a library which Erica did not know existed until then. It wasn't huge but it was fairly large and as her eyes scanned the shelves, she concluded that most of the books were ancient. The room smelled of mothballs and varnish. There was a small table with two chairs near the window.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

That's when the most delicious smell of all hits me, it was intoxicating, and it called to me, old strong rum and lavender, it was an odd combination manly yet soft, I turned my head looking for it thinking maybe it was one of the alphas or betas sister but my eyes went straight to the eyes of Adam Lamont, one of the young alphas also leaving the camp, and I shivered, he gave nothing away he was just biting his thin lips, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that's when I heard the growl in my head Mate!

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.