Full Metal Alchemists Novels & Stories

Besides he found someone for himself too". Noah explained. And for the first time in months, Benjamin smiled his genuine smile. "Okay how about... Lets start it again". Noah stood up stretching his hand. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . A Mechanical Engineer. And you"??? ********* Tabby

The dark runes etched into the metal flare violently, crimson bleeding fast into brilliant gold before the whole collar shatters into a glittering cloud of silver dust that scatters wide on the wind, catching morning light in a thousand falling points before it settles soft across wet sand. The heavy metal band snaps clean in two, plunging three hundred feet down into the dry trench with a hollow, booming thud that shakes loose fine grit along the terrace's stone railing and sends a fresh tremor rolling underfoot. The colossal leviathan freezes mid swing, armored claw hovering inches above the balustrade, close enough now that Wren can feel the displaced air pressing cold against her face, s

She returned to her chair and began to read, her voice filling the cabin with the echoes of the past. “Long ago, in a land shrouded in mist and magic, there lived a brilliant alchemist named Elias Thorne. He was obsessed with the concept of duality, with the idea that every soul has a twin, a mirror image, a perfect complement. He believed that by harnessing the power of duality, he could unlock the secrets of the universe and achieve immortality.”

"A masterpiece of taxidermy and alchemy. I needed a template for the female lead. Your father was so very helpful in providing the biological material before he died." ​Rhea felt her "Tameless Heart" shatter and then reform into something harder than diamond. "You dug up my mother?" ​"I gave her purpose, Rhea," the Alchemist sneered. "And now, I’ll give you the honor of being her first meal." ​The woman in the vat opened her eyes—or where her eyes should have been. A beam of concentrated green light shot out, hitting the floor inches from Rhea’s feet. ​The final battle for the bloodline had begun.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

The clatter of dishes from the ballroom heightened my anxiety, and seeing people flee only fueled my determination. "What's going on?" I muttered anxiously, my fingers working frantically to loosen the ties that bound me to the arbor. With a few determined tugs, I finally broke free and cast aside the remaining plant roots. -- Once, inside, I saw Atlas at the center of the ballroom. He was confronting the onslaught of figures clad in black military uniforms, each adorned with the ominous insignia of the Geisterfell Pack—a yellow crescent moon with jagged edges. With sheer ferocity, Atlas took on three of them single-handedly, his defiance a beacon of resistance amidst the pandemonium, while

Kain Valcor. A hardheaded Alpha who took orders from no one, and a man who had to be on top. Wreaking havoc, preying on the weak and completely breaking the strong…had been his idea of a fun time for as long as he could remember. And until his mate arrived amidst all that chaos, it was the first time he wanted anything other than power. It was the first time…he desperately desired a woman.

Unexpectedly, Sabrina replied with a faint smile, "Haha, Mister Marshall, you shouldn't rush to conclude. Alchemy furnaces are also classified into different grades, ranging from first to ninth grade, right?" Mister Marshall proudly nodded, "Yes, alchemy furnaces are indeed classified into grades. My alchemy furnace is already an eighth-grade alchemy furnace. Could it be that the alchemy furnace in your hand is a ninth-grade alchemy furnace?" Sabrina faintly smiled and said, "You're right. It is indeed classified from first to ninth grade, but don't forget that they are also categorized as ordinary artifacts and spiritual artifacts. The one you're using, the eighth-grade alchemy furnace, sho

“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.”

“… next is the orders—” “What the hell, Millie? Your explanation is too complicated.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You see, Emily, she met her gaze, “We have a king, which is the Alpha. Then the Beta, the elites or councils, and the orders or warriors. The orders will make sure that the borders of this state are well-guarded. They defend it from rogues—you know, a werewolf who doesn’t have a home or packs, the hunters—” “Humans…” Emily mumbled.