Novel & Cerita Alchimie

"See? Time, place, price. It's all here." "I was too busy, so I asked you to add it." I stared into her eyes. "So tell me, how did that become your discovery?" Chloe's lips trembled. She had nothing to say. "And another thing." I sniffed the air. "That cheap perfume you're wearing? It has a chemical reaction with 'Serenity.' It's pathetic. Our new Chief Alchemist doesn't even know the first rule of alchemy." "You're lying!" she shrieked.

And there it was – a single paper well folded and hidden as though my parents didn’t want it to be found. Remembering the last few words I’d read on the net – He’s diligent and – I continued reading as I walked back to my table. - powerful but Levi wasn’t one of us… he’s from a different species. He’s a warlock. I stared at the paper in my hands. My chest and throat felt tight; my vision turning blurry. I tried to control it, telling myself that nothing was certain yet. I needed to discuss this with the other Alphas first but still…

She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron. "For three thousand years, you alchemists have been using profound Qi to heat up herbs in a pressurized brass pot," Scarlett said, her amber eyes scanning the cauldron. "You call it 'Refining the Elixir.' The Prometheus database calls it a 'Primitive Combustion Chamber'." She tapped the brass surface with her knuckle. It rang with a dull, heavy thud.

"Take it!" "What's this?" Severin frowned and asked. "This is a valuable alchemy manual that I got several years ago. It contains the refining methods of various alchemical medicine, the necessary materials, and other points of note to be observed during the refining process. This is one of the rarest things you'll ever see in this world!" Wuhlricht smiled slightly.

That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same way. In that balanced way. Nobody broke the rules and had control of some things, although it was not something that would last forever, there was always someone who damaged everything. One day I witnessed a battle between two wolf packs. It was night and everything around was dark, the only thing that illuminated the area was the moon. Of the two packs that were fighting place. I had heard that there was a rivalry to prove who was the stronger of the two, but what sparked that incident was that a member of one of them had caused a feud between

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Alpha Nicholas After the shit show that went down between Sophie and that prick and all that business with meeting my mate, I struggled to get myself back into any kind of party mood which made things a nightmare. Add in the wanna-be future Luna's that I had to talk to and I think it's safe to say that the night was a complete right-off. I ended up being introduced to 23 She-Wolves open to chosen mates and not one of them did a thing for me. I don't want my own mate so why the fuck would I want a fake one? "You do want your mate, you're just being a stubborn prick about it!" Storm has been an absolute nightmare and I get it, I do but he's getting too much. "Not gonna stop!" I go to give him

It moved with a slow, heavy rhythm, expanding and contracting slightly against the cork seal, as if a tiny, metallic heart were beating deep within the core of the chemical compound. "It’s not an alchemical poison," Alpha Torin said from the shadows near the heavy oak door. His silver-furred arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the strange, glowing light the vial cast across Natalia’s soot-stained fingers. "I’ve seen the Grand Vizier’s alchemists work their horrors in the northern valleys for a decade, Natalia. They build things that melt flesh, things that freeze blood, and things that rot timber. This... this smells of something ancient. Something stolen."