Alchemy.of.souls Novels & Stories

He again begged, staring silently at his mate, watching and waiting. What felt like eons, she finally relented, giving a slight nod, as acceptance goes, that was all that he could hope for in that moment, she could have kicked him out, without hearing out what he had to say, so this was better than the alternative. “Werewolves are not mythological creatures as everyone seems to think, supernatural’s exist, despite what everyone believes.” Deciding to start simple and from a factual perspective, “For each supernatural there is a other half or as we call it a soulmate. Now, not everyone is lucky to find theirs, some never do find theirs or fate takes her time in revealing a true mate. Some sto

‘The Soul Substitute Lotus Seed is a consumable item after all. It will be reduced per usage. ‘Fundamentally, it’s not a long-term solution.’ ‘Can it be replenished in... the Pool of Afterlife of the Underworld?’ The Underworld had gone to the nether realm along with Revealer Maha and Alex was unsure if his mother’s problem could be cured in the same way as Anna. Anna’s soul was broken, but its origins were still there, whereas his mother’s soul had permanently disappeared.

Explain the alchemist! ​Silas’s eyes darted frantically across the hall. Seeing his support evaporate in real-time, his face twisted into a grotesque snarl of hatred. He pulled a concealed crimson glass vial from his tunic and slammed it onto the stone altar beside his chair. ​If I cannot have the South, Silas screamed, then no one will!

"What? Elara, stay back!" I didn't wait. I lunged for the side table, grabbed the heavy crystal decanter of dark wine, and threw it with all my might into the center of the green flames. The glass shattered. The alcohol and the heavy, fermented juice hit the salt, causing a violent, hissing explosion of steam and purple smoke. The green light died instantly, replaced by the mundane orange of cooling embers. The Soul-Echoes froze. Without the alchemical catalyst of the salted fire, they collapsed into piles of inanimate ash and silver armor.

an alchemist could acquire the corresponding "sub-abilities." The high-dimensional information space of the Aslanth civilization contained many such "recipes." For instance, Logo had noticed one called "Calm Heart," a sub-ability that could soothe the mind, dispel restlessness, stabilize mental power, and help the alchemist focus entirely on alchemical studies. By following the recipe, there was a 38% chance of acquiring this ability at the junior alchemist level, 45% at the intermediate alchemist level, 21% at the advanced alchemist level, and only a 1.3% chance at the top-tier alchemist level...

He was a man who looked like he had been carved from parched bone, his eyes milky with cataracts but sharp with malice. ​He held a chalice of "Liquid Noon"—a decoction of Sun-Stone and poppy. I knew the chemistry. It was designed to suppress the hippocampus, the part of the brain that holds onto faces, voices, and the scent of a mate’s skin. ​"I am not thirsty," I said, my voice sounding thin in the vast, echoing ritual chamber. ​Solas stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in robes of pure white, a crown of literal flames dancing above his brow. The sheer pressure of his Alpha aura was enough to make the air feel like cooling lead.

“The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.” Leo ignored him. He reached for the manual bypass valve, his small fingers fisting into the cold iron. He used his weight, his boots skidding on the mercury-slicked quartz floorboards. “Aria, listen to me,” Kael’s voice dropped, bypassing the speakers to vibrate directly in my stone ribs.

"Cersei did the worst. She tried to become me." "What do you mean?" Draekon frowned now. "There is a dark magic ritual... just like the Soul Mimic. But it's a little different. With this one, you can permanently take on the identity of someone else. It's called the Soul Swap, but some others call it the Soul Alchemy. You exchange your souls with that of another. That way, your soul exists in their own body." "I've heard of that before." Draekon nodded, but was shocked nonetheless.

Her lips moved in a whisper, her expression distant, unreadable, as she chanted strange words. Alpha blood was significant amongst wolves and lycans. It made it's own stronger, faster and superior. “How can that be?” I demanded. “He carries alpha blood.” “The soul realm answers to no one,” she replied, her voice low and steady. "Not even the alpha blood" “Has he been poisoned?” Panic clawed its way up my throat. “Of course not, my lady.” Her tone softened. “but if it eases your mind, the alive will live. He will live.”

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,