Apothecary Diaries Light Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

By the time I reached the northern border town, dusk had already fallen. Moonshadow territory was far behind me, the mind-link was gone, and the air no longer carried even the faintest trace of Dorian's cedar scent. Snow fell outside the station. I pulled my cloak tighter around myself and rested one hand over my lower abdomen. Only after the pain in my stomach settled did I follow the stone road deeper into town. The witch's apothecary stood at the end of a narrow alley. Bundles of dried silverleaf hung beside the door, clicking softly whenever the wind moved through them.

**Mia's POV** The morning light filtered through the bay windows of my bedroom, casting rainbow prisms across the polished wood of my vanity. I stared at the small army of pill bottles that had appeared there sometime during the night, arranged in neat, clinical rows. Blues, whites, pale pinks, and soft yellows – a rainbow arsenal of chemical intervention. My fingers traced the edge of the nearest bottle. The label bore some long, unpronounceable name, followed by precise instructions in stark black text. Behind it stood at least a dozen more, each with its own schedule, its own promises of healing.

The Doctor's Visit 2 He removed his white coat slowly, revealing a fitted dress shírt that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He rolled up his sleeves delíberately, his gray eyes never leaving míne as I lay exposed on the examínation table. "I’m sure your husband must be home, waiting for his good sweet wife to be back from her appointment. I'm gonna make sure to take care of your body so thoroughly, he won't recognize your fucking cunt anymore.” he snarled locking eyes with me, and I mewed shamelessly in return.

The silver flames of the pyre had long since faded into the freezing night, leaving behind a profound, collective exhaustion that settled deeply into the bones of the Onyxclaw pack. Down in the lower levels of the keep, far from the howling winds of the crater, the newly expanded apothecaries offered a warm, fragrant sanctuary. The air here was thick with the soothing scent of crushed lavender, dried eucalyptus, and simmering honey. Dozens of glass vials and ceramic mortars lined the freshly scrubbed wooden workbenches, reflecting the soft, flickering light of the hearth.

He’s so easy to manipulate when he’s nostalgic. Day 12: She’s getting suspicious. I need to ramp up the symptoms. Fainting spell tomorrow? My hands shook as I turned the pages. It was all there. The calculation. The malice. But a diary could be dismissed as venting or fiction. Elise could claim she was writing a novel. I needed something physical. Something medical. I put the diary back and turned to the nightstand. The three pill bottles were there. Digoxin. Warfarin. Furosemide.

And then they would all walk into it, bound by their Oath, to tell him a story. That night, as they prepared for the impossible, Liora held the journal. She opened it to a blank page. She didn't write. She just thought. She thought about her life. The simple joy of being an apothecary's assistant. The terror of her awakening. The fierce love for Ashiel. The wonder of Lyra's songs. The quiet strength of Kael. The loyalty of Ronan and Elara. It was a messy story. It had pain and fear and betrayal. But it also had love and courage and hope. It was a story worth telling. It was a story worth fighting for.

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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-”

he encouraged, taking a seat across from me at the kitchen island. I carefully untied the twine and peeled back the paper. Inside was a stack of worn leather journals, their pages yellowed with age. On the cover of the topmost journal was a familiar symbol—a snowflake-like design that made my heart skip a beat. "These are..." My voice trailed off as I gently opened the first journal. Inside, written in a flowing script I somehow recognized despite never having seen it before, were detailed formulations for healing herbs combinations. At the top of the first page was a heading: "Winter's Remedy – Primary Formulations."