Cowboy Alchemist Novels & Stories

Canis Anatomica is a place of its own which gave me the reason to survive and find out who I truly am. I'm much more than just a wolfless deviant. I have been a science geek since my childhood and used to top in the school every single year. To earn a livelihood, I took up a job under Rozina, the pack alchemist who was working on the issue of extinction back then. I worked my ass off to learn more and more and devoted myself to this occupation. Rozina and other genius members were so impressed by my work that they decided to keep me in their most significant team.

"Yeah. Haha, I don't know how, but isn't His Grace an absolute menace? I heard they created those Wyverns in a secret laboratory.” “Ahh, that's right, your uncle is the Duchy's Chief Alchemist from the Alchemy Tower. Tell us more about those Wyverns! I heard they are docile and will do everything the riders said. They sure are cool pets, huh?” “Aish, you want to be a dragon rider?” The corrupt knights laughed amongst each other. The people of the capital looked at them, sometimes just glancing in silence with their heads down. No one wanted this war but the nobles and executives.

There was something about him, and I didn’t think he was a dealer at all. He looked like… he was covered in some sort of darkness that felt heavy on the ground. His hands were moving and I saw something shine under the cloak of dark he wore. They were symbols, this was not a dealer… he was an alchemist. I twisted through two more dead body guards, tearing one’s neck completely with my teeth. The other had a smaller build and my claws around his neck squeezed until I felt the spine snap. There were two wolves on Mara but she was handling it. She had already slashed one considerably.

I waited for him to explain the science of it, but he remained silent, likely assuming I had suddenly gained the ability to read minds during my hiatus. "Okay, Kayvon, speak plainly. What am I looking at?" "Oh, my bad," he said, shaking his head as if to clear it. "You are looking at an alchemical masking agent, Alpha. And not just any brew. This is Khalid’s signature. It’s a high-grade compound, the only way to make one wolf’s scent linger convincingly on another’s remains, especially through the heat of a fire." "This Khalid... is he one of us?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous low.

Right away, Scars tensed. Crusher Alcott. Oh, shit. If Scars had to make a list of people he was thrilled to never have to be in contact with again since Wolf had pulled the plug on the Jensen work, Alcott would go to place number one, with a rocket. Known for his fondness for crushing grown men’s windpipes with his bare hands, Crusher Alcott was a living nightmare, even in the one-percenter world, and Wolf and Scars had both been relieved to be away from him.

This super-level performance was the most satisfying Blood Energy Pill she had ever refined. ‘Humph! ‘You turned off the fire in ten minutes. It’s probably because the materials you used to refine have already been cooked to waste! ‘Let’s see how you boast your way out of it this time!’ She let out a long breath and glanced at Alex’s side. As a result, she saw the old alchemist standing next to Alex with a strange expression on his face. The old alchemist’s name was Sid Steadman, and he was a senior in the Elixir Department.

"When have you ever seen an alchemist that's so strong? All alchemists throw themselves into the art, how could they have time to practice combat?!" Gent Morales was an alchemist that was raised by the Unbreaking Pavilion. He had quite a lot of pride. The Unbreaking Pavilion was somewhere that cultivated warriors, so alchemists only took up a small percentage.

FK! FK! we fell right into her trap, she turned and walked towards the bars again, (( so you know what happens now don't you? my mate comes for me, destroys your pack, your brother dies etc etc )) {{ no one knows how to find this pack Jewel }} she makes a buzzer sound (( ehhh wrong answer, you see these beautiful brown eyes, well they're actually green, they're covered with lens, camera lens, my mate has been watching us this entire time! and these beautiful earrings, tracking device unfortunately )) oh goddess fk fk fk! {{ you are cunning too cunning for your own good, you came in here and told me everything, aren't you afraid I'd tell me brother }} (( doesn't matter because it won't chan

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

"The glass didn't take all the oil, Noah. You lied to me about the cipher." "I lied to keep you from throwing the child into the basin," I said, reaching up to catch his jaw with both hands, forcing his face down until his lips were brushing mine. "The Alchemist didn't leave a cure in the capital, Ethan. He didn't leave anything but a book of names and a vault full of liquid phosphorus. We’re the last two people who know what happened under the altar." "I don't care about the altar," he growled, his mouth crashing into mine before I could finish the thought.