Romans & histoires Flame Alchemy

he said with his own chuckle. Papa flipped through the pages until he found the one I bookmarked that showed how to do what I did in wolf-form. Then he flipped a couple of pages over. He approached us both and turned the book around to show us a picture of two wolves, one of red flames and one of blue that created what we did. “You and Kaiseus effectively merged into the ‘Zygeous Flame’ which is said to burn even the darkest of night away. That is what the rough translation means. However, it is possible that what you just did could help burn even the darkest shadows away,” he said.

"Explain how you kissed me while you were stealing my blood for her? Explain how you said you loved me while you were planning to offer me up as a gift to her pack?" The hall fell silent. Every Alpha was staring at Clark in utter shock. "You want proof?" I held up my right hand, and a golden flame ignited in my palm. "This is the true Alchemist's Fire. Can you do that, Layla?" Layla trembled, unable to speak. "And this." With a wave of my hand, a complex array appeared in the air. "The core conversion formula for the Philosopher's Stone. The complete version." Every alchemist in the room gasped.

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for making it this far. I really appreciate you giving His Fragile Flame a chance and I hope you liked it. It was one hell of a ride and I really enjoyed writing it. I don't know how I'll end this in a good note but here we go . . . ❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗

The weight of responsibility pressed against her; the magic of the forest buzzed around her, reminding her of the fragility they both occupied in the web of fate. Grabbing a small cauldron, she set it over the embers of the fireplace, adding water and several splashes of crushed nightshade, known for its soothing properties. The ancient alchemy sang to her as she combined the ingredients, joy sparking in her veins at the rhythm of creation. The air thickened with the heady scent, invoking visions of the possible futures that lay before her. It's been a while, she didn't know that she would miss this labor. It was one of the things she hated to do in the past.

The two rubbed together, creating a spark. Time passed, and after an hour, a spark appeared at the center of Logo's forehead, burning brightly in the Eye of Kandaia, and within seconds, it spread throughout his body. In the reflection of the silver metal walls, the golden-blue flames burned softly and gracefully. Though the flames blazed fiercely, they radiated no heat. However, upon closer inspection, one could sense the terrifying resilience and precision contained within them. This was the flame formed by the ignition of Logo's spirit, symbolizing the supreme wisdom of the Alchemists.

“Our External Alchemy is different from the internal healing or Divine Spark of the Storks and the herbology and toxicology of the Chthonians in the south. Surprisingly enough, it was the first ever collaborative work between us and the Salamanders. The Salamanders have their siege-engines, demolition bombs, mines and their relentless quest for the Philosopher’s Stone that would transform all base metals into gold. We Undines honor their work in our own pursuit of the Alkahest, the universal solvent. “Through our quest for the Alkahest was how we came upon the formulas for saltpeter, kulstof, black powder, lodestone and brimstone. Apart from these medicinal byproducts, we aimed to simulate s

She closed the door behind her and exhaled shakily. She was safe... For now. She moved to the shelves, grabbing jars and bundles. Frostleaf. Duskroot. Moonbloom. A vial of distilled alcohol. A small glass bottle with a spray top. Her fingers shook as she worked, crushing the herbs, mixing them with the alcohol, and adding water from the basin. The scent rose quickly, sharp, cold, floral, overwhelming enough to mask almost anything. She poured the mixture into the spray bottle, sealed it, and shook it hard.

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.