Full Metal Alchemist Novels & Stories

The mix of alcohol and fuel made the night feel like hell. Marco watched without showing any emotion. His men stayed quiet behind him. A black SUV rolled up. Two Iron Fang members got out, their patches glowing in the firelight. Their leader, Dave, stepped forward, his face partly hidden by his jacket. He looked at the burning bar, then at Delgado. “You really think this is the way to start an alliance?” Delgado smiled, sharp as glass. “No. This is how you start a war.” Dave chuckled low. “Then I hope you know who you are fighting.”

I pick a random number on the page and check the corresponding side document. 1. $1,000,000 sent to Crane Olympus... Business. 1. $1,000,000 to Crane Olympus... Heart collected. Then I check another. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for work. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for assassination of political opponent. A gasp tears out of me. The phone slips from my hand as though it's poison. As though it's blood. My hands tremble. Rage. Shock. Despair. Fear. Disbelief. Shame. Guilt. Everything crashes into me all at once.

Jenny P.O.V I am Jenny Anderson, the youngest daughter of Alpha Anderson of the Golden Sun Pack. Our pack is known for our shining golden eyes, a mark of our loyalty and dedication, traits I inherited from my father. Tonight is a very significant night, at least for me, because tomorrow I will transform into a wolf. It's a new moon, and it will be a blood moon, red in color.

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

“No.” “I need to research. It’s not that big of a deal. I need to make the tonics myself because alchemy tonics are very hard to acquire. Roman can attest to that. I made tonics for him and my dad all the time, but what I need is different. I also need some studying material on alloys and nonferrous metals because my resonance is profoundly iron leaning and things like copper–” “Burn.”

Cruella stated with a scowl on her face. “It's unfortunate your powers got locked away at infancy, but that doesn't make you less special. All that happened had a reason, and all that's happening now is for a greater cause." Gwen explained. Cruella sighed. “So what exactly should I do or am I expected to do?" She asked. “You will have to absorb two of your mates and mate with the third for you to attain your full potential." “Absorb, how?" Cruella asked carefully. “You will have to kill them, Cruella, but If one should die under any other circumstance, their energy would be transferred to you immediately."

Most of the time, he was in the alchemical workshop, shooting flames out of his eyes to help him start the process. Mirth watched him and asked cutely, "What are you making?" "The Greatest Drug The Universe Has Ever Seen. Or should I call it Filosophium?" Filosophium was the most potent and powerful of all alchemical drugs. Logan had made one from a blood demon before, but that monster was rather normal in all properties. This time, it would be different. "Filosophium?" "A very treasured drug that could make you the best of the best fighters with one consumption. You'll be as good as the most powerful Earthly Celestials in this realm—if you don't die from its explosive power first." Logan sh

He took it to the table along with small diamond shaped silicon mold case and Tirana smiled to him in acknowledgement. Now, Len was in search of his catalyst. The catalyst is one of the possible main bodies in energy based alchemy. Len would need a catalyst to successfully channel the appropriate energy, a key component in creating fantastical properties of alchemists' creation. After he rummaged a deposit box, he settled his choice on a wooden idol of eagle that would fit in the mold case. "Looks like your mind is set now," Tirana said, getting up. "I'll get you the enerlocks."

Swoosh! A light materialized, and the Martial Alchemy Furnace appeared before him. The alchemy furnace was huge, around a hundred meters in diameter and thirty meters in height. There were mysterious linear characters inscribed on its bronze surface. These mysterious characters seemed to have a life of their own, constantly flickering and flashing. As soon as the Martial Alchemy Furnace appeared, a primordial power swept through, overwhelming everything in its path. The surrounding alchemists all felt the immense power, and under its suppression, their bodies unconsciously staggered backward. “What?”

Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity. Avenger— An alchemist that transmutes pain to healing and strength. It can also be used to punish anyone who has caused them pain, cursing them. Scorchers— An alchemist that transmutes anger to flame. Optimist— An alchemist that transmutes joy to health, and luck. Reaper— A rare type of Alchemist that breathes/ absorbs life for healing, and strength. They can also use it to temporarily copy the power or skill of someone they had killed.