Apothecary Diaries Light Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” ★★★ Ruby stepped into Caspian’s mansion, the guards letting her through immediately. “Cas… Caspian,” she called as she entered the dimly lit sitting room. His eyes lifted from the files spread across the luxurious table to where she stood in her designer dress, perfectly hugging her brown skin. “Ruby, I’m not in the mood for this,” he said coldly.

Since she wasn't sure if anyone would come to her considering how big the hospital was, the equipment and treatment must be topnotch. On a whim, Diana opened a cupboard and various items came out of it, causing her to fall down in shock. "I withdraw my words, this room is like a warehouse." Diana couldn't help but pick up the items one by one. She categorized them based on their usefulness. Nothing caught her eye except for one book that had a striking color. Diana picked it up and opened it. "Patient list?” Yes, the book contained the names of the patients and their types of problems that were almost entirely caused by silver and wolfsbane.

Henry’s POV The morning sun was just a pale glow on the horizon when I slipped into the apothecary’s workshop. Shelves lined with jars of petals, roots, and odd ingredients beckoned me. After last night’s revelations, shadow beasts, corrupted runes, venom in my blood, I needed more than steel. I needed magic.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

My hands hovered over labels burned into old pine: Battle Logs, Hybrid Case Files, Rogue Catalogs, Smuggling Artifacts: Class D+. I ran my fingers across the wood until one drawer stopped me cold. Written on it was: S/Artifact—A.P. #7A That made me curious. A.P. definitely stood for Ashen Pendant. I exhaled as I pulled the scroll free. It was older than the others, frayed at the edges, and sealed with a smear of dried wax. Unfurling it slowly, I scanned the text. Most of it was scratched out—either magically erased or burned by someone who didn’t want the information passed along.

She stepped aside; her eyes held pity for me. I gave her a nod and stepped out of her room. Later that evening, I returned to the library with purpose. I hurriedly scanned the shelves for any book with botanical knowledge, and luckily, I found one. It had a faded green cover titled 'Botanica Obscura: The paralytics'. I pulled it out, my trembling wet fingers swiped through the pages until I stopped on a drawing of a delicate flower with jagged petals and veined leaves: Atropa belladonna.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Because I was the only one who knew it was a diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Even though I know that it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restrain myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. "I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars."