Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Damon somehow was hit with a blood curling curse, but it doesn’t seem like just one thing. I need to get some blood from the wound to find out what exactly was put into this… and who else was there?” “I was…” I answered. “What did the alchemist look like?” Look like? I could barely see his face. He just looked like the grim reaper with his undead army. “I didn’t get a close look at him. He just had on all black, it didn’t even look like a cloak or anything. It just look like black clouds… or something. He just looked dark, I didn’t see his eyes or his face. And I think he was practicing necromancy.”

“I did. When I first saw Crimson, it came to me. I saw a man with dark skin, like the bark on the trees. He was smiling down, a needle in his hand. He looked like Kolby Crimson but darker and it left me with a feeling of evil. “The man in my vision was powerful… a witch. In that same vision flashes of a ruby-red stone appeared to me. The dark man held it like he was happy to possess it, plucking it from a gold crown.” I shoved my chair back, the feet scraping along the floor as I did so. “And you think the stone you saw in the vision is one of the magic ones?” Morgan nods her head at me, standing from Hunji’s lap, “I do and after Rhett told us the crown was stolen, I’m thinking they are one

They had called out to me. “My name is Alora Darian. First and only child of the Alpha of the Crimson Order Pack, I am The Moon’s curse and the Alpha’s fate”. The voice in my head kept repeating like a mantra, and I was transported back to the dream I had vowed to forget. “You’re a cursed hybrid, Alora. Born of both a wolf and a witch. Your awakening or inability to awaken your wolf could change the hierarchy of everything in the Crimson Pack, and you're at the risk of losing yourself.”

Within a few hours, several fifth-grade high-rank alchemists had become sixth-grade alchemists. Though sixth-grade alchemists might seem like nothing special for talented individuals like Severin and Daniella, they nonetheless formed the backbone of Southsky's four major sects. After all, only alchemists of such a caliber could supply crucial pills such as Throughspirit Pills and Crystal Spring Pills that were needed by paragons.