Apothecary Diaries Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When the healer reached the final shelf, she stopped. "There is an empty space." Lorelai stepped beside her. A dustless rectangle marked the wood where a small jar had sat. The ledger listed its seal number, but the jar itself was gone. "Read the entry before it," Lorelai said. The healer did. The missing reagent was recorded as received three days earlier and not issued to any treatment room. The following line had been written in a different hand, then crossed out so heavily the original note could not be read.

“Are you?” “Any doctor would be.” Sylvia smirked. She preferred types like him—they don’t pry. “Heh. It’s hard to tell without an introduction.” The doctor gave up and sighed. He swept his hair back with a hand and smiled. “You may call me Loomis. I run this humble apothecary.” “Nice to meet you, Loomis. I’m Sylvia.” “So I’ve heard.” Loomis opened the drawer on the bedside table and took out a couple of items—a small round tin and pills on a piece of cloth wide enough to hold them.

Heath was deeply focused on refining a batch of ninth-grade alchemical pills in the great hall of Third Mountain. The thunder roared in the sky as he was about to refine the pill. The sacred land seemed to transform into an apocalyptic scene. This sudden phenomenon startled Heath and caused his thoughts to become chaotic. As a result, the pills he was about to solidify burst open. The pills were destroyed on the spot, emitting billowing black smoke. Heath ignored the smoke billowing from the destroyed pills, but dashed out of the great hall immediately.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of herbs, spices, and exotic botanicals, creating an intoxicating blend of scents that wafted through the space. Rows upon rows of wooden shelves lined the walls, laden with jars and vials of every size and shape, containing ingredients both mundane and mystical. The apothecary seemed to hold a treasure trove of rare and fantastical components. A long, marble-topped counter extended the length of the room, where skilled apothecaries in embroidered robes had been meticulously mixing potions and elixirs in gleaming glassware.

We could divorce, and end the marriage, but I didn't want that. I wanted to keep her close. She was my mate. I was never going to let her go. I swung open the door to the Apothecary, instantly enveloped in the musky smell of ancient books and herbs that made my nose tingle. Diana was perched on the counter as if she had been expecting my visit. Striding towards her with hands in my pocket, she flashed me a grin, like she was glad to see me. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she said. I took out the seat at the counter and sat, my hands on the table as I watched her.

Just quiet. His car was spotless, the scent of pine and leather lingering as I buckled in. No evidence of the fight we had in it just two days ago. The apothecary sat at the edge of town, tucked between an old bookstore and a tiny café. Inside, it smelled of dried herbs, honey, and dust. Rows upon rows of tiny jars, labeled with what looked to be duct tape, lined the walls. “Feverroot,” I read aloud from the list.

Diane replied almost comically as she cocked her head inquisitively. "It is a type of abortion powder. One such as this is pure and highly effective... Were you trying to get an abortion Miss Diane?" the man asked as he folded the paper and handed it back to Diane. "...! N... NO! I... didn't even know about this... how..." Diane replied, offended by what the apothecary said. ***

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.

She looked away, her silence speaking volumes. Disgusted by both mother and daughter, I got up and headed upstairs to my study. I went to the drawer where Diana said the journal was hidden. I reached forward, pulling it open. Inside were neatly arranged documents. I stared at them for a moment, wondering what was in there, and began to read. I hadn't even finished the first page when my stomach churned with disgust. She had highlighted the places for me to read, and my eyes scanned through one passage: I’ve been taking the wolf's bane in small doses, just enough to endure Asher. He started touching me more, and it is the most irritating feeling ever.

Lila The morning began like any other over the past two years. A pale sun crawled through the clouds, spilling faint light across the counter as I ground feverfew into a fine powder. The scent filled the apothecary, warm and sharp against the cold seeping through the shutters. Kael was sorting jars on the back shelf, humming tunelessly, and the kids were building towers of wooden blocks by the fire. It should have felt ordinary. Safe. Instead, the air hummed with anticipation.