Flame Alchemy Novels & Stories

With just a slight smell of the pill, the female Gigantic Firebird felt good. “This is the Fire Healing Pill. As I observed when I met you a while ago, your fire was unstable. This pill would help you. In short, I made this for you. Also, the purity level was on a high level. Would this make proof that I am an Alchemist?”

However, upon closer inspection, they were even more shocked because all of them were 1000-year-old medicinal species. When he finished taking out the materials, Long Chen stood still, which also surprised everyone. When performing alchemy, one must focus all their concentration on the flame and materials to prevent the pill from exploding. However, while everyone was guessing what this young man intended to do, Long Chen began. First, he pointed his finger at the tripod, and a beautiful golden flame descended from his finger. Then, all the materials automatically flew into the cauldron, causing their hearts to almost jump out of their chests. They had never seen someone with such soul stren

Desperate. Good. Because I would be the storm Adolfa never saw coming. --- By nightfall, Karl returned. He carried scrolls and books, some stolen from forbidden archives. "This one," he said, placing a torn parchment before me, "mentions the Reaping Flame. Said to destroy the soul of a hybrid if done during a blood moon." I leaned forward. "Explain." "The Reaping Flame is a ritual. Ancient. Cruel. You need blood from her kin, the ashes of a murdered Alpha, and her pain willingly given. It only works if she is weakened."

said Theobold sinisterly. The alchemy pavilion that Zephyr found himself in was indeed huge. It was around ten thousand square feet and there were many elixir-furnaces that burned with different colored flames. He could tell that only the Elixir Grandmaster was able to create these flames with his true energy. The name of these special flames were called elixir flames.

Once both of them were a little more stable, the exploration continued at a better a pace. "Come along now." Ren walked forward into the snow. The carpet followed right behind him. Two circled her Ion Energy creating sparks to keep herself warm. Four used his Alchemy fire, a dark red flame to stay warm himself. The dark red flame flickered in the wind but was not affected by the conditions. Despite its low quality. "It is good you have that out. Perfect time to refine it. As well as a chance to mutate it. But be careful." "Right." Four said. He cut his senses from everything else and focused on just the dark red flame in his hands. "I have added several base chemical elements as you instruct

"But that doesn't get us out of this room." "Let me finish." Freya wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "You are the vessel for the Dragon Flame, and the Flame is an ancient source of power. I can use a conduit—you—as long as you don’t fight me. If you let me in, I won't die and I can steal power directly from the Flame. I can cast a spell to keep us extra safe. But the Flame is ancient; it has to be kept busy. The stone my mother is using was created from the Flame itself. Both things have to be done simultaneously. While Sasha’s mother is being marked by the Flame..."

"I know, sir!" Liam picked up a thick and heavy book, turned the pages, inside were business lessons that were extremely difficult to understand, a child like him could not understand them all. But if at the end of the day, when Olive Vineyard asked and he couldn't answer, he would receive many whips and powerful blows. Whenever Liam disobeyed, Olive would press his head into a large bucket of water, until he could barely breathe, his lungs hurt like he wanted to explode, then he let go. Before becoming the perfect heir, Liam endured all kinds of tortures and sufferings, he ate rancid food to learn how to save, stayed in a cold room to appreciate warm blankets. From the age of 14 until adult

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron. "For three thousand years, you alchemists have been using profound Qi to heat up herbs in a pressurized brass pot," Scarlett said, her amber eyes scanning the cauldron. "You call it 'Refining the Elixir.' The Prometheus database calls it a 'Primitive Combustion Chamber'." She tapped the brass surface with her knuckle. It rang with a dull, heavy thud.

Her pale eyes were unreadable. “If you truly are who you claim to be, then you must prove it. The Alpha’s Flame. Show us.” Alistair did not hesitate. He extended his palm, and a swirling red-orange flame burst to life in his hand. Not fire as they knew it, but something deeper. It shimmered with threads of silver and violet, dancing with power. Mora bowed her head. “It is him.” The other elders followed, though Varion’s movement was slow, reluctant. Callum took a step forward. “Then what now? Do you reclaim the crown?”