Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

I called his name as I chased after him. He approached the silhouette I saw earlier, and the closer we got, the more I felt that something was about to go wrong. Suddenly, he punched the guy, knocking him down. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him up. Suddenly, as Crimson held onto the guy, he slowly started gaining colors. Crimson's warm colors merged with a light yellow color, kinda like Al's.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

"Please, save my fated mate. He's infected with Deadblood." The alchemist let out a harsh cackle. "I can cure him. But how will you pay? My help isn't cheap." I looked up and met his eyes. "I'll give anything to save him." The alchemist looked me up and down. A creepy smile crept onto his lips. "Alright." "As a pureblood, you have the ultimate gift. You have immortal regeneration. You're tougher than most, and you heal faster." "Let's make a deal. I save him. In exchange, you give your immortal regeneration to me."

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

The memory of the great master he absorbed had a lot of memories about alchemists. The Divine Void World's alchemists were not that much different from those in the Hestia Continent. However, the Divine Void World's alchemists were at a higher level, and the alchemists needed to master the Way of the Pill as well. Thinking about that, he smirked. Thankfully, he had a cheating tool. The soul-gathering crystal had been in Mustard Seed for far too long. After leaving Sunset Valley, he would have to use the soul-gathering crystal again.