Cowboy Alchemist Novels & Stories

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

she hissed, keeping her face a mask of regal indifference. ​"The Blight-Wolves are being kept in the old mines on the southern border," he said, spinning her effortlessly. "And Silas isn't the one in charge. He’s just the purse. The one calling the shots is a man known as the 'Alchemist.' He’s been using Silver Bane blood to create his monsters." ​Rhea stumbled slightly, and Elias caught her, pulling her flush against his chest. For a heartbeat, the "Wild Desires" she had been suppressing surged to the surface. She wanted to forget the pack, the traitors, and the war. She wanted to sink into him.

But this was the only solution that could save her to cure her unknown disease '' . He was surprised . '' So dad was behind all of this ?'' he uttered . '' Layla i will save you the thing that has killed you it will bring you back to life '' he mumbled . '' I will use alchemy to cure you definetly , wai for me , i will bring you the elixir of life , surely '' he stated . After that he began researching on alchemy studying and researching about it all night and day . Then one day he finds in a different shelf where his father used to put his old books , while cleaning it he found a book . The title on it was 'wasteland ' .

After an hour, Soheila bids goodbye and went back to her room. An Alchemist was a profession that has the power to heal people with their pills. They could also refine a lot of types of pills such as changing someone's appearance and everything. Also, fighting with an alchemist was hard since alchemists had unlimited pills that could heal themselves or make them invisible.

He stood up and watched me as I just quickly got it over with and drank the cold burning liquid. I coughed and he took the glass, pouring us both another drink before he came and sat back down. “Where to start with Lorenzo Castello. He is a drunk, the brother of an Alpha. He's a fuck up, always has been. He found his mate when he was 19 and ended up killing her in a drunk driving incident that the Alpha of the pack, his older brother, covered up. When he was 25 he took my grandmother, Orla, as his second chance mate, she was from another pack. She lost her first mate in a rogue attack and she was used by her family to help link the packs. Lorenzo though, didn't like that he was forced to tak

It was terrifying how quickly he could turn into a machine of war. Orion stepped up beside us, his shoulders looking twice as broad as usual. He let his Alpha scent roll out—a thick, heavy warning of pine and old earth—trying to choke out the smell of gasoline. The lead rider took his sweet time. He killed his engine, swung a leg over, and pulled off his helmet with a smirk that made my skin crawl. He had a scar running through one eyebrow that made his whole face look lopsided. “Well,” the guy drawled, his eyes roaming the trees before locking onto Tristan. “Look at this. Blackwood. I heard you’d turned into a campfire story.”

Unlike my workshop back home, which focused on mechanical engineering, this space was rooted in alchemical science. Several men stood around a long table near the window, their heads bent over a cauldron emitting faint blue smoke. I moved closer, curiosity overpowering caution. “What are you working on?” I asked casually. One of them looked up, startled at first, then relaxed when he noticed my calm posture. “A compound,” he said. “We’re experimenting with different forms of wolfsbane… combining it with gunpowder to create a more lethal combustion effect.” My brow lifted. “You’re weaponizing the toxin.”