Alquimia Novels & Stories

All we can do is wait for my grandfather to remember his spell. "Is there a way we can help you remember the spell grandfather" I offer politely. I am desperate to get rid of the Ornan ghost from our life. The bits and pieces I saw in his interaction with Althea, my past self is frightening. I was scared for Althea before I found out that she is me in the past. After I found out that we are the same and his obsessive behavior when he possessed Amber is outright frightening. "I have books back in my house. They have all the ancient spells. If we start our search from there, we might find something useful" lord Agamanan suggested.

While she’s talking with someone, I went to her dispenser to have some hot water and make a coffee. Before I could even rip the packaging of the coffee, Val pulled me aggressively and took with her towards the elevator. She then pressed the highest floor of the building which was the floor of our boss’s office. “What’s happening?” I asked, confused. “There’s a small ceremony for the new agent of our organization.” “Agent?” “Yes. A ceremony to welcome an agent.” “A ceremony to welcome only one agent?!”

“Is that smell cherry and Vanilla?” “Good guess.” Cain said. “Oren won’t smoke anything else.” “I would if I had to, I guess. I just don’t have to.” Oren puffed out a cloud of white smoke. “Now that we’re full and settled, time to get down to business.” Cain said. “First of all, as you can see by the conjuring of the food and drink, the magic here is plentiful.” He was talking directly to Loril now. “But it isn’t that way all over.” He took Loril’s hand, “You and I are Charmers, as Oren indicated. Female Charmers are better known as Diabolists.”

THEO I don’t know why Brooke Eastwick intrigues me. Call it morbid curiosity. She’s not my type at all. Buttoned up so tight, so prim and proper. A good girl. A brainiac. A nerd. She’s got glasses, for fuck’s sake. In normal society that probably wouldn’t seem like a big deal, but shifters typically have perfect vision; our healing abilities overcome any deterioration of eyesight. I sort of remember asking my mom about it, once, and her telling me that it was some kind of rare recessive trait that the Eastwick twins’ mom carried. That was a long time ago, though, so I don’t remember exactly. Either way, it’s weird.

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

Lucas shifted back and helped him lift some of the wood out of the way, then they turned back into wolves and slipped in. Liam took him to the shelf of books about magic. They have returned to their human form now. “We are looking for two things, one, any symbol that a person who uses black magic can bear. You Lucas will look for that. I will look for any spell that will compel a person to change the intent they have at heart and I will also look for any spell that can disguise someone's body so well.” Lucas and Liam separated, getting to work. The search took half a day before they finally found a neat corner to sit down and look at what they had found.

"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

Upon consumption, he felt a surge of vitality, and the fatigue of his body disappeared without a trace. Pleased with the result, he exclaimed, "Amara, this pill is truly amazing. It's a must-have for traveling!" Amara replied, "Indeed, it's a secret recipe from my mentor." Amara's mentor, a renowned alchemy expert, had imparted the entire art to her. Regrettably, his training had not been his focus. He had dedicated all his energy to elixir study and died early on. Yet, the alchemical techniques he bequeathed significantly aided Amara.

High-Rank power frequently fought over such an alchemist to win him or her over in their forces. Alchemists or Alchemy Masters are cultivators in the cultivation world with a profession in medicines and creating pills. They are all highly respected and valued people in the cultivation world because of their ability to create pills that could significantly assist others whether it'd be their health or cultivation. However, not everybody can become an Alchemist as they wish. Just like cultivation, one must be born with the talent to become an Alchemist, as they are required to memorize the countless numbers of plants and medicines that exist in this world. It is said that only one in 100,000 p

One of such skills was what the man before him was using right now. "Edict Infused Alchemy," Frederick silently mumbled the name of the technique without taking his eyes off Selina. Edict Infused Alchemy was an alchemical technique of the highest order, and only a few had ever been able to master this skill. It was a technique that placed talented alchemists above the mediocre ones, and the same one that brought about the title, "Alchemy Grandmaster"!