Alchemy.of.souls Novels & Stories

I took slow steps towards the stairs inwardly praying that I don’t come across my uncle or aunt, I already had too much for the day. “Lyra” I hissed cursing under my breath as I heard his familiar voice echo around the silent walls. I turned. giving me a view of my injuries that had his brows furrowed for a minute as though he was concerned before his lips spread into a smicker. He erased the distance between us reaching out for my shoulder and pressing hard on it till I reached the ground with Nyx howling in pain. “Listen carefully, Lyra. You're betrothed to Alpha Sage, and the arrangement is finalized. You'll be relocating to his den tomorrow, so prepare yourself accordingly. His beta will

The last two symbols glowed brightly, their light pulsating in time with the dragon’s roars. “Life and death,” Althea whispered, her hands hovering over the runes. “This is it.” She hesitated, her eyes darting to me. “Priscilla, this pair requires a sacrifice. The magic won’t activate without it.” “What kind of sacrifice?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. Althea’s expression was grim. “It has to come from you. Blood magic. A piece of your soul.” My breath caught in my throat. “What happens if I do it?”

"The real secret to your lives isn't some Three-in-One whatever-the-fuck! It's in this Holy Sarcophagus! Without it, you'll never live forever!" "If you leave us alone, Great Master Pearce, then we won't ever cross paths again! I can give you one of our tribe's most sacred alchemical drugs. But if you keep provoking us…" "Oh, please. I don't want a pet with wings. If I did, I could have just captured you!" Logan summoned his Chaos Stick and stomped. The earth cracked into pieces. Logan leaped into the air and aimed at the Holy Sarcophagus. "Divine Punishment!" the voice thundered. Blinding white light burst from within the sarcophagus. A pair of thick white wings emerged, breaking the cover

Within a few hours, several fifth-grade high-rank alchemists had become sixth-grade alchemists. Though sixth-grade alchemists might seem like nothing special for talented individuals like Severin and Daniella, they nonetheless formed the backbone of Southsky's four major sects. After all, only alchemists of such a caliber could supply crucial pills such as Throughspirit Pills and Crystal Spring Pills that were needed by paragons.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

Sean and he rushed to Lilith’s side. Sean’s hand hovered over Lilith’s neck, and his eyes widened with disbelief. “She’s dead,” he said, his voice filled with confusion and bewilderment, mirroring everyone’s sentiments. Kat was searching for something on the ground. “Shit,” she murmured as she picked up a broken vial on the ground. “She used the Crimson Cessation. A death spell used by many ancient witches. It is like a self-destructed button. But it requires a powerful host and a lineage.” She told the last words to herself rather than everyone.

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

"Let’s move before the hounds catch our scent." They slipped out of the apothecary and plunged back into the neon-lit labyrinth of the Sunken Market, navigating the slick, rain-washed cobblestones where street alchemists hawked glowing potions and hooded figures traded stolen spellbooks under flickering iron lanterns. The damp, heavy air pressed against their chests, but the dampening draught Kaelin had given them earlier kept the worst of the soul-bond's acute physical agony at bay, dulling the friction between their auras into a low, steady hum.

"Then find a witch. Someone who can perform this. There are ancient factions in the dark covens who still practice the deep arts of necromancy. A soul exchange. A resurrection of the flesh. If Leonardo walks into her office, the memory of their past will shatter whatever flimsy connection she thinks she has with this wolf." Alisha’s fingers traced the polished edge of her desk. The plan was twisted, highly forbidden, and entirely magnificent. If Seraphina’s heart was torn between the phantom of her first love and the reality of her new mate, the bond would weaken. She would become distracted, vulnerable, and easy to control once more. "The dark covens do not work for free," Alisha murmured.