Cowboy Alchemist Novels & Stories

"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.

Another thing that was difficult and prolonged at the time: my dick, having been in close contact with my best friend's sister. Violence was sex's ugly relative, the Sweet'N Low to its unsoiled, clean sugar. But it'd have to do for now. I pushed open the door to the Alchemist, slipping into the noisy, blacked-out room. I could see Tucker behind the bar. He hadn't really changed, aside from getting more ripped and having some stubble. He was shaking neon-colored cocktails and flirting like a demon with two long-limbed customers. I occupied the corner of the room, ordered a Peroni, and waited, watching him closely. Patience, suddenly I had. Bloodthirst as well.

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.

On the contrary that many believed that the Red Cow Gang were born from Alemia Nation people and all it’s member were Alemia people, that is not the whole truth at all. In fact the founding members of the gang that just mysteriously appeared are not at all, the people of Alemia Nation that they claimed. In secret, they are the A.C.I.A agents pf Team 5. That were lead by the it’s Supervisor, Agent Marisko. To make a spy network connection that encompassed the entire Alemia Nation, she had made an ingenious plan, and that is to created an underworld organization that spans the entire nation. Hence, the Red Cow Gang were created, Agent Marisko covert organization that is famously owned the enti

“If you can get hold of their alchemist, I can consider keeping the original price and just charge you ten percent for the information. If you can deal with it, I won’t take 50 percent." Alton was quite generous in giving Mark a chance to salvage the situation. Whether Mark succeeded or not, it was no loss to Alton. Mark nodded. This was undoubtedly a good option. Although Alton went a little far, it was the best way to handle it. In this way, not only could he gain an alchemist but also tide over this crisis, which was good. “They live in the backyard of Treasure House. The alchemist is a young kid, but don’t underestimate him. He’s quite strong,” Alton explained earnestly, afraid that Mark