Apothecary Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

A small, easy breath left him. Then he opened the diary again and turned the page. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s next.” ______ Episode 8 – The Serial Cheater The air in the dimly lit hotel bar was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and spilled whiskey, but Marcus breathed it in like it was pure oxygen. At a corner table, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he watched her.

But it was no denying that his step brothers were more good looking than he was. My constraint broke the day he invited them over for the holiday, only for him to travel out a few days later to see his sick mom. Dylan and I have been doing this for a week now. Sneaking and making out at night, careful so Aiden doesn't find out. "I love this," I whispered against his palm. He smirked. "Of course you do. But you need to be a lot more quiet or you won't get to taste it again.” I glared at him, heat flooding my body. "Asshole."

"They used her jealousy to get into my father's head, then they used his hatred to get to me. This wasn't just a switch at a wedding. This was a twenty-one-year-old trap." Suddenly, a muffled scream echoed from the apothecary's room down the hall. Audrey, Silas, and Marcus ran toward the sound. They burst into the small room where the herbs and tonics were prepared. The head apothecary, an elderly wolf named Elian, was slumped over his desk. Standing over him was a young acolyte—a girl Audrey recognized as one of the new recruits from the refugee camps. The girl held a glass vial filled with a shimmering, violet liquid.

she muttered, taking the flute from my hand and turning it over with a look of profound sadness before she tucked it into her belt. I moved deeper into the ruins of a side room that looked like an apothecary, and I found rows of ceramic jars that had been smashed against the walls, their contents long since washed away by the rain. There was a stack of half-burnt books in the corner, and as I touched one, the pages crumbled into grey flakes, but I could still see the hand-drawn diagrams of stars and flowers that showed a life dedicated to understanding the world rather than conquering it.

How my pulse stumbles every time she leans her cheek to my neck, murmuring some sleepy nonsense about how I smell like lemon balm and espresso. She does not see the war inside me. Or maybe she does. And that is what makes her so dangerous. Now she is gone, drifting to the studio or curled somewhere with her sketchpad and I can still feel her. Like the echo of sunlight long after it has set. I sit back at my desk, scrolling past the finalized documents. The apothecary is already hers. I signed it over this morning. Legally. Magically. Quietly. Not just the storefront either. The garden behind it… the hidden one, with old wards and sleeping roots? It’s hers too. A sacred space few living being

And yet here was proof, a letter brought in by Lera herself. Speaking of which… I turned toward the apothecary door, hesitating for only half a second before pushing it open. The faint scent of herbs hit me first again, sharp rosemary, drying mint, something floral I couldn’t name. Lucan’s low muttering came from the back room. “Uh- Lucan?” I started, stepping inside. “Quick question-” “OUT.” The word cracked like a whip. I blinked. Had he not solved his issue yet? “I’m so-”

My stomach twisted with equal parts fear and something darker—recognition, an impossible pull I hated. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t turn. Not until I reached the apothecary. My hands shook as I rapped on the door, breath coming in uneven bursts. The smell of herbs, tinctures, and dried flowers greeted me like a promise. I needed work. I needed survival. I needed life for Carl.

"Don't bother with that kind of thinking. She's the type of woman who stays above everyone else, and you should just accept that. Don't waste your energy fantasizing about it." Caden felt embarrassed by the rebuke. Mikayla certainly had a way of reading his thoughts accurately, he had to admit. … By midday, Andrew had finished his morning work crafting elixirs and headed to the cafeteria with Amari. While it was called a cafeteria, it was actually the most upscale restaurant at Sovereign's Apothecary. The profit margins in the alchemy business far exceeded those of gold, weapons manufacturing, or even some of the shadiest underground enterprises. In other words, the returns were almost incom

Lucas POV’ Alice looked absolutely beautiful when she left to go to lunch with my parents. I wish I was going but I had to finish things up here. “ Markus. You said you found out something about Alice. What was it?” “ Okay sir, I found this old diary an angel wrote, but there's only 3 pages.” “ Let me see it.” Page 1 August 27th 1978 Today the pain started. My powers grow stronger and more everyday I don't know how to control them.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him