Alchimie の小説・ストーリー

I don't how long I've been running for but I guess the sun is starting to rise and that's when his voice come. 'You may not see me, but I see you. Don't leave a scent behind, because I'm already ahead. Good luck mate. You have just challenge a Alpha to his favorite game. A good game of chase.'

When the thunder was finally gone, the product was left behind. A crystal-clear diamond shone brightly in midair. There was not a single impurity or blemish on its surface. Some traces of lightning skidded on its surface. Logan sighed. "Filosophium is completed!" It was one of the best and rarest alchemical products. A Chrysopoeia Grader would lunge at it if they saw it in their vicinity. Even Logan wasn't sure he could make it. It had been a bit of a gamble.

I couldn't understand them as they were all symbols and a few words written in a different language. His eyes descended on my body and studied my every feature shamelessly while his eyes were glistening with pure lust and desire. Caging me with both of his hands, he leaned forward and took a deep inhale as his nose brushed my skin. His sweet strong cologne hit my nostrils. I was trembling badly in fear but something felt familiar, his presence, it felt familiar. "Everything of you is a non-existing dangerous drug, Natalia. And I'm addicted to it." He whispered in my ear.

Aurora pov. While washing the dishes, I couldn't help but think, "I still can't get my mind around the fact that the beast I saw in the Alpha's room is the Alpha himself." "Am I the dumb one for even going so far as to almost beat him with a stick?” If I'm sent out of this house right now, what will happen to me? I definitely should use more caution around here. But why was he not human and why did he look like that? Why is he covering himself too? I couldn't stop thinking about all of these things; I had no idea that I had been caught in my own thoughts for up to hours in the kitchen simply washing dishes.

But as I dig deeper, a specific folder catches my eye labeled “Research.” “Here we go,” I say, opening it. The contents are a mix of scientific studies and folklore, mostly concerning lycanthropic genetics and behaviors. It’s heavy stuff, and Osiris was deep into it. “This is all wolf behavior and genetic research... Wait, what’s this?” I pause at a document titled “The Blind Fury.” Curiosity piqued, I open it. The document loads, and as I scroll through, my confusion deepens. It’s all about the rare phenomenon of wolves born blind but with heightened other senses, making them both a potential liability and a powerful asset.

“ The kraken releases poisonous gas like most carnivorous trees, to kill insects that attack it. This gas, cyanide is released when the insects are about to feed. But, strangely, the kraken does not harm ants. It lets it feed on it and in return, the ants fight other insects that try to attack the tree. Isn’t that fascinating?” “ It’s really fascinating. It’s like they’re in a partnership of their own.” “ Exactly! You get it.” I noticed that I’ve been quite chatty today. He must be exhausted from having his hears talked off. I have been so animated that I didn’t even feel the throbbing in my legs. Marcello stops walking and faces me with worry in his eyes. “ you’ve gone quiet, Sugar. Is some

CAMILA Alchemy was unforgiving. Unlike theory or history, it did not care about intent or effort. It demanded obedience—exact measures, perfect timing, steady hands. Any deviation was punished without mercy. I arrived early, as I always did, choosing a seat near the back of the room where the shadows felt safer. The stone tables were cold beneath my palms, etched with runes that pulsed faintly, alive with dormant magic. The air smelled sharp and bitter, layered with crushed herbs and volatile minerals. Glass vials glimmered on the shelves, some glowing faintly, others swirling with unnatural motion. I forced myself to breathe slowly. I had studied this lesson carefully. I could do this.

Meeting those monsters in not included in the plan. The herbs that we need to get are Cilantro and Dandelion. I know cilantro being a rare plant in this world is weird. When I asked Anna to buy it at the market she told me that the only way to obtain this is by harvesting it at the Cornwich Woods. What's weirder is this is not a case to other similar herbs like parsley or celery! Are the Gods of novels making fun of me? "Miss, this the Dandelion Greens, I'm quite surprised that the young lady of Falsen House knows about herbs!"

"Your mother is well, she's sorry she couldn't make it, but she was busy with your coming home/birthday party, she can't wait for you to find your mate" That's when the most delicious smell of all hits me, it was intoxicating, and it called to me, old strong rum and lavender, it was an odd combination manly yet soft, I turned my head looking for it thinking maybe it was one of the alphas or betas sister but my eyes went straight to the eyes of Adam Lamont, one of the young alphas also leaving the camp, and I shivered, he gave nothing away he was just biting his thin lips, and staring at me with those big brown eyes that's when I heard the growl in my head

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.