Fullmetal Alchemist Alchemy Quote Novels & Stories

'' Arthur wants to be a alchemist too '' Stella said . '' Alchemist ? this boy ? human boy ? do you think that's possible ?'' he asked . '' Yes '' Arthur asserts . Elder elf broke out into laughter evryone was looking at him . '' I am sorry but , do you think you can achieve that ?'' asked he with serious eyes at Arthur . '' Yes i can , no matter how hard this journey will be '' he replies . '' Only one alchemist has suceeded , do you think a mere human like you can achieve alchemy ?'' he asks gazing at him ,

"Then he quoted Exodus 22:18. You shall not permit a sorceress to live." "Interesting." Fiona frowned. "That's some pretty outdated verbiage he used. And he knew you guys were onboard helping us. Anything else?" "He spoke a word in another language I didn't understand. Something about the brethren of whatever raining fire to smite sinners."

Alice got up,her back stood straight with determination as she wiped her tears streak face and she strode forward to meet Alfred waiting for her downstairs. Quote for this episode: ‘And those eyes that cry for love and for the sake of loved ones are sapphires, And those tear drops of love are precious pearls.’_anonymous

It was the steel alchemy symbol. "It's for strength," one ancestor explained as she slashed my wrists. I watched as blood poured from my milky white skin. I collapsed to my side, falling into unconsciousness…

Lady Alessia said. “Alchemy involves risks. Mortals are never careful no matter how much we warn them and when something goes wrong, they come and blame us. Call us evil, haunted and what-not!” Lady Letitia scoffed. “Exactly! We’re just being us, like they are being themselves. Although weaker than us, still we don’t complain. We’re naturally evil, but those nutters choose to be evil and to their own blood more often than you think. They can always choose to be kinder to their own kind and kin, but they’re just ruthless. Can you believe it? Being so cruel to their own blood?”

said Terry when he noticed Kiara's expression . " Well , we humans usually use something that is called a door to pass at from a room to another . " said Kiara . " That's why humans are really boring ! " said Terry and flew ahead . Kiara and Luna followed him through the dark and cold corridor that could take them to the alchemy section . She opened the door in front of her and looked at the tag name up on the wall . " Alchemy...... " read Kiara without a difficulty . The word was written in an ancient language and the two bats looked at Kiara with a surprised expression .

Alex let out a sigh. He really didn’t want to go against the Fairy Doctor. “Because, when it comes to alchemy, I am better than you!” Thump! Someone fell on their butts, shocked. ‘What an awesome new student! You really knock off everyone’s feet by uttering such outrageous words. How dare you say that the Fairy Doctor’s alchemy is inferior to yours. You’re boasting too much! Aren’t you afraid that the Fairy Doctor would kill you?!’

“Is that all you’ve got?” The dragon roared in response, its tail whipping around to knock her off her feet. She rolled out of the way just in time, landing in a crouch with a grin. “Fatima, focus!” Jake shouted, his tone sharp. “Relax, Alpha,” she shot back. “I’ve got this.” --- At the pedestal, Althea and I worked frantically to decipher the runes. “This one means ‘balance,’” she said, pointing to a glowing symbol shaped like a scale. “And that one represents ‘sacrifice.’”

He was throwing glass vials of concentrated Blight from his platform, each one exploding into a cloud of toxic gas that made Elias stagger. ​"You are my son, Elias!" the Alchemist screamed. "Stop fighting your destiny! You were meant to rule this world of rot!" ​"I’d rather burn with the sun!" Elias roared. He reached the valve, his obsidian claws digging into the iron. With a scream of pure, raw power, he twisted. ​The groan of the machinery was deafening. A torrent of glowing green silver poured out of the vat, flooding the floor of the chamber.

A heartbeat later, it was over, the serpent lay dead. The alchemist continued to row. The larger island was near. Above him the voice appeared again: “Good, you are making progress.” “Enough with the games, you fiend!” the alchemist lifted his brow. “And, I thought, you had a sense for humor.” “I'm rowing for ages.” “It's good for you.” “A lot of things, they say, are good for you.” “What's the difference?” “You wouldn't understand.” “You're in the dreamfort.”