Alchimie の小説・ストーリー

"Your strength. Your bond. The wolf." My heart stutters. Who warned him? Who knows? How much do they know? "So I came prepared." He takes out a little bottle from a pocket on his belt. I can smell it sharply, metallically, and incorrectly even from this distance. My skin crawls and my stomach turns. Alchemy. Of course. "Alchemy," he says casually. "Nasty stuff. Old stuff. It's difficult to find these days." He speaks as though he were talking about the weather.

"My mind knows a thing or two about the fires." "What exactly is so special about this alchemy your mouths are discussing?" Mark asks, his supreme curiosity piqued. Peter explains with deep reverence in his voice, "Supreme Alpha Mark, alchemy is an ancient, sacred art passed down through thousands of generations of legendary master healers. In certain ancient traditions, it is known as the secret art of creating holy elixirs. By combining various rare ingredients under the full moon and following secret formulas, a true master can create miraculous medicine pills. Take the medicinal pills from Mistveil Peak, for instance. They are legendary throughout the entire world for their powerful effe

Making you aware that one wrong move can get you killed in a less than a nanosecond. As soon as, the entourage of Alfa Re entered the Royale Palace, a shift in the air was filled. Alfa Re has released some of his power and every werewolf out in the vincinty of the place felt the presence of Alfa Re Supremo. The warriors that were assigned at the main entrance named after first Alfa Re - Aldrich Entrance, stood up more straight than a ramrod. Even though I was his mate, his aura was pressuring me down as well, the reason being I was not marked yet and I don't share his DNA as of yet.

Except Adom didn’t know that what was making him so angry was that he felt like he was losing control. He hadn’t even realized his scent had started to spike. The pills he usually takes for work don’t allow his scent any leeway; he’s surprised Alexander even knew he was an alpha. But it’s leaking out now, the bitter cocoa scent he doesn’t recognize much of anymore. It feels a little strange having someone else recognize his emotions better than himself.

Are there two identical people, is he confused between the two? Or, is it the other way around. Lucifer was Althea's brother in the underworld. Ornan was Azzazal's brother. If I remember correctly, my mother said something about Ornan and his brother. She said Ornan's brother Azzazal will never let him kill me again. If what I understood from their conversation is correct, then me and that Althea are the same. Then where is Azzazal? Is Darius and Azzazal are the same.

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.

So I wouldn’t be bothered by the thought that Chly doesn’t want me. Yes, thinking that Chly doesn’t like me even a tiny bit really bothers me. I often get confession and gifts from my admirers. I could even pull anyone without pure intentions. Many people said that I have a great charm so why can’t Chly like me too just like the way I like him?

I want them back. I can hear the drumming on the bedroom door, like the beating of what is left of my heart. Give them back to me. I know they are never coming back. I start screaming and smash all the vases in the room against the walls. I must destroy everything. I have to put an end to the illusion Elio lives in and wants me to live in. I grab my books, slippers, clothes, and makeup and throw them into the big bathtub in our bathroom. I hold a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it over the pile of my old life.

Meaning that it was not a normal werewolf. “These were found beside the eye. I had to hide them as well, and I know for a fact that this was not a wolf or a werewolf had done it. Hence the assumption that it was a Lycan.” Alvize frowned as he shook his head, staring at the picture before putting him down on the table. He looked at me and I shook my head in question. “I am choosing to be honest with you. And if I am choosing to work with you against my station and against what I swore in my oath and my position? Then I do expect you to be honest with me. Do you know who these claws might belong to?”