Novel & Cerita Alchimie

[The Vacuum of the Soul] The laboratory on Golden Lane was not a place of chrome and glass, but a subterranean vault of damp stone and heavy oak, hidden beneath the foundations of the Alchemist’s Street. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, sweet rot of old paper.

Lux: I have been on the Gula mansion for years so I would prefer tests relating to their color. Ban: What do their familia specialise in? Lux : The Gula familia specialise in Alchemy. Ban: Alchemy?? Really Lux : They say most of the information that has been passed down by the familia and researches for long years have been locked up in the hidden library. That is why Lord Gula has been so excited these few days. You better not disappoint him. Haha Ban: Talk about increasing the pressure. So what exactly do you practice in Alchemy? Lux: Alchemy itself is a sin. Revival of dead beings, Necromancy, cloning, drugs making, curse creation etc etc..

Meanwhile at the hospital. "Yes sir. He was found at the middle of the road unconscious,we did some tests and we discovered he's being having frequent headaches and the result came out to be Alzheimer. Although there's nothing we can do, we can only try to maintain it. We'll need to operate on him as soon as possible. It could be worse. Please go to the registry they'll let you know what's needed. " The doctor he met explained. Shit! Why do I have to face all these. Why now.

Chapter 5- Meeting Each Other Again Lucien decided to attend after all. The atelier was situated in downtown and looked like a rundown church with old beams running up the ceiling made of old planks of wood. The whole atelier smelled of ageing wood and fresh paint. There were good pieces of modern art upon the walls. It was a bit dim and yet the lights were placed to bring good angles of view for the art. In the middle of it all was the perfume basked in warm, limpid light and he could see that it was expensively encased in shapely flasks like those used by alchemists. He was attracted to the design of the bottle because it reminded him of something he could not put a finger to. He knew of t

He guides me back towards the main street and into the crowd. Some streets away, just as he said, stood an old house with a sign at the front that stated ‘Practitioner’, and then I assume the same is written in other languages beneath it. We went inside and I was immediately taken aback. From floor to ceiling stood shelves filled with mixtures and concoctions, herbs and books that glowed and moved. It was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen. The shelves that held everything along the walls were made out of a dark wood with etchings that reminded me of runes from television shows about witches.

' ~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness. A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'. "Shite." The knocking became louder. "Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.

Cole looks to Brooke, and I’m so distracted by his sister that I forget to make an introduction. She steps forward, holding a hand out to Cole and introducing herself. “Hi! I’m Brooke. Nice to meet you, Alpha.” He shakes her hand, smiling politely. “The pleasure’s all mine. C’mon, I’ll show you guys your room so you can drop your bags off, then we’ll head over to the hive.” The hive? I stifle a laugh. What a lame-ass name for the Denver security complex.

Jamie takes another deep breath, visibly overthinking how much she can tell me, then sighs again and another story follows. "Waterfall Bridge is not the only place created after that apocalyptic thunderstorm. Narrow River is a small village deep in the woods with a population of 250 people and receding. Some of the occupants of Waterfall Bridge believed the place will collapse, being created over a hole in the ground, so they sought help in the woods. The small river carelessly running in the depths of the forest, along with the forest itself was the perfect living place. Fishing, fresh water and the tall trees shielding the occupants, better than living on top of an endless hole, right? But

“Correct. All of your answers are acceptable, but what if we don’t have the equipment? You see, back in the past, ancient alchemists know their elements by heart due to seasoned experience and of course, magic.” Dupont looked at the white powdery solution over his left hand. “This is sodium chloride...” “That’s salt!” the students mumbled. “Exactly, and what do you think this other substance is?” Some of the students come closer to look at the white powder floating over the professor’s right hand. It looked like finely ground table salt as well. “I can detect a slight almond scent...” said a girl about Dorin’s age. “Is it cyanide?”

Alex replied, “I saw my dad’s secretary just a while ago, she’s in her 30s now. She became John’s right-hand woman after my dad’s death. One thing in particular was that I didn’t expect her to be a fighter. She was pretty strong as well… If I hadn’t healed your wounds yesterday, even you wouldn’t be able to match against her.” “Oh? What’s her name? I’ll look into her for you.” “Pepper Kimmich.” “Okay!” Just then, Waltz remembered what she was here for. “Brother Alex, I already gathered all the materials you asked me to. So, when are we going to make those pills?” Alex was slightly taken aback. “You’re done gathering already?” She nodded enthusiastically. Alex replied, “We have to get a speci