Alquimia Novels & Stories

"I know a thing or two." "What's so special about this alchemy you're discussing?" Mark asked, his curiosity piqued. Cedric explained with reverence, "Mr. Thatcher, alchemy is an ancient sacred art passed down through generations of master healers. In certain traditions, it's known as the art of creating elixirs. By combining various rare ingredients and following secret formulas, one can create miraculous medicine. Take the medicinal pills from Mistveil Peak, for instance. They're legendary throughout Etharia for their powerful effects and are worth a fortune!"

Then moment he felt like that he had lost eevrything that moment began his journey . He looked around and noticed the research papers left behind by his father . Then he got up and took one in his hands . He noticed the word ' alchemy ' written on it . '' Alchemy ?'' he suddenly realizes the thing left behind by his father the secret of alchemy , the research which his father put all his life into .

“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.

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.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

His father HARON told him about the name in his neck, the tattoo and the bracelet. HARON was chocked of how AHMET read all the books in this age, and the knowledge he have, so he took him to the academy to pass the entrance exam,even he know the academy accepts children above 7 years old. The academy of alchemist is the only place in this continent where people can learn to be a doctor an alchemist or a scientist. Doctors they are specialist in creatures bodies and they can analyze new symptoms and discover the new disease. Alchimistes the are specialist in making potions to change appearance, to make your animal/pet quick or strong, there are many utility for potions.

"That depends on what he's doing Aislinn. You're scaring me. It doesn't sound as though you're safe. Who is this man who's after you." "His name is Rafe." Brinah nearly dropped the phone. But she caught herself and tried to stay calm. She knew that she needed to get to Aislinn as quickly as possible now. "Okay, I can tell you that he is not someone to play games with. If he completed the training that he had been chosen for then he's an alchemist." "I don't understand what that is. Alchemy went out in the dark ages. Isn't that turning lead to gold and nonsense like that?"

“No.” “I need to research. It’s not that big of a deal. I need to make the tonics myself because alchemy tonics are very hard to acquire. Roman can attest to that. I made tonics for him and my dad all the time, but what I need is different. I also need some studying material on alloys and nonferrous metals because my resonance is profoundly iron leaning and things like copper–” “Burn.”

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.