Apothecary Diaries Light Novel English Romane & Geschichten

Damon The air in the apothecary vaults always smelled faintly of steel and scorched earth—like too many failed potions had been burned away and never quite forgotten. The torches here were magical, flickering with cold blue fire that cast long shadows across the shelves stacked with sealed vials, ancient herbs, and dust-covered records bound in dragon-hide. It was quiet. That was part of the appeal. No whispers. No rumors. Just science and magic and the possibility of truth.

They’re comfortable with each other, like how Isla and I are, and I briefly wonder how long they’ve been friends. “This is an older volume with some of the more rare poisons and toxins in it,” Healer Sarina says while laying an old, leatherbound book beside the one I’d just finished. The pages are more worn than the previous book, so as I open it, I try to be more careful.

Moreover, his patient today was exceedingly important—Abel really would not have come to bother Frank otherwise. However, it was clear that he had been paranoid—Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be maladies left in this world. Abel looked around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and felt a pang of guilt just then. "Mr. Lawrence truly is a testament to our kind, and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even b

With Zen’s slime Midas touch, he didn’t have to go that far. Yet, neither teen found themselves surprised as Zen entered the apothecary again. Sure enough, the NPC was found doing exactly what she was doing the first time they entered. She set her cup of coffee on the countertop as if they did not just steal it a few minutes earlier and greeted them cheerfully. “Hello! Welcome to Gilda’s Apothecary. How can I help you?” Zen grinned. “Hello. I would like to buy some coffee, please.” Spasming and glitching, Gilda stood at her spot as three thieves went through her house and stole all her coffee supply.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started to count mentally, and I could feel like my whole body wanted to shudder and let out all this shit in my head, screaming and screaming until my throat ripped. But I could imagine how that would make Dwy worry... again, my last attack was very severe. Feeling the heartbeat one after the other and with great force, I turned around, looked back at the dining room and little by little I was walking back to the dining room, there I used to also keep the pills for the nerves, in the same pillbox shaped like a bone.

Susie argued as she held back Mikhail's hand which was already rummaging through his pouch. "Well, there is also something I didn't mention. Come a little closer..." the apothecary said as he gestured Susie to lean forward a little. Susie furrowed her eyebrows but leaned in to hear what he had to say only for her to be the one who was more than willing to pay up. *** After their exchange at the apothecary, the duo managed to grab a meal before all the shops closed. The town now cloaked in the beautiful twilight was nothing more than a ghost town.

Apocalypse “I should erase them all from this wretched place.” Taking a seat in front of him, I crossed my legs slowly just to tease him. I needed some distraction, knowing he is following my every move. “Can not stand them, with their good heart and doing good. Who are they kidding?” I pressed my lips together while inspecting my nails. “Mind telling me what happened?” He leaned backwards in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head. Looking up at him, I see the shadows dancing in his cold blue eyes. Feeling the desire of his darker side pulling my madness towards him.

"It seems that Master Marcius hid quite a bit from your father and Fleur. He didn't even tell them the name of the Apocalyptic Heart Formula. Since they don't know it, they probably don't know the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book or the Apocalyptic Book either." At this point, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. "Back then, out of gratitude for the huge changes the Apocalyptic Book brought me, I renamed Weaver Pharmaceutical to Apothecary Pharmaceutical. At the time, I was full of sincerity, but now, it seems like a huge risk... If Fleur knew about the Apocalyptic Heart Formula, Apothecary Pharmaceutical would definitely be at risk of being targeted by her..." Vera nodded slightly

Its cracked spine bore a date in faded silver ink: 2029 – Spring Semester. My heart thudded. 2029. The year before I arrived. Fingers trembling, I pulled it out and flipped it open. Pages of potion inventories, ingredient lists, enchanted brewing instructions. My eyes scanned desperately until a name leapt at me from a crinkled page margin: Mira Blackwood. My breath caught. Scribbled notes surrounded her name – dosage adjustments, resilience thresholds, something about moonwater dilution. I flipped the page but before I could read further, harsh white light flooded the vault. I squinted up, tears spilling freely.

Ouch. “Oopsy, sorry!” Rhode apologizes from above, his voice echoing throughout the long hallway. I pick up the book and dust off its surface. It is a book about potions. Diego would probably find this one fascinating. I tuck the book under my arm and make a mental note to pass it to Diego. He has been avoiding me like a plague ever since I came back from Crimsonhill. I recall trying to pay him a visit at the Blue House yesterday only for him to turn me away, citing some work about a potion for stealing someone’s heart. “Beta Laurel?”