Fullmetal Alchemist Alchemy Quote Novels & Stories

“Stop talking. I don’t want to hear it.” “I’m going to get it back.” He completely ignored my protest and lifted me into his arms. “Come on, try being on top.” … I slapped my forehead hard and took a deep breath. “I went somewhere very far away. Ore needs to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, you know. The quality sold here definitely isn’t as good as what you find yourself. You’re an alchemist—you should understand that.” Xia and Tis nodded as if they half understood. I smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk toward Ina’s workshop. But just as I crossed the street and stood in front of the workshop door, Xia’s loud voice traveled across the street and through the crowd:

Outside the glass, Circe smiled and spoke gently. “Alma, do you know why you’re special?” “Because I’m fast?” the little girl asked. Circe laughed softly. “Because your blood listens. It adapts to any signal. It’s better than anything your father or Julian ever made.” Little Alma tilted her head. “Is this about the shiny stuff?” Circe knelt beside the glass. “One day, you’ll wake up, and the world will be very different. But you’ll remember my voice. And you’ll remember that I made you perfect.”

The Alchemist swirled the blood in the goblet, combining them and started her low chant “Ab Dis, Et ego rogabo noxium super nos, Declaratione super paternitas huic puero, Et nos decipi, Ab eis, Volunt nocitori “ ​ The alchemist finished her chant and continued to swirl the blood combination. “Now if the blood remains red, Prince Achilles is the father. If the blood turns black and clots, he is not.” ​

she whispered before wrapping her arms tightly around Althea. Althea’s smile softened as she returned the hug. A drop of her blood pulsed faintly within the bangle’s seal, something her mother once told her to never waste. Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, reminding her how special her blood was. It could purify even the darkest curse… but if her heart were ever consumed by hatred, that same blood could turn into darkness itself. “This is the least I can do to make sure you stay safe,” Althea said quietly when they pulled apart. “I haven’t finished the elixir that can cure any poison or sickness yet, but I’ll work on it during our stopovers.”

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

“Most of them are, but there are also a regular pharmacist. Well, the newest tool that the technicians developed today was the monster barrier. They made it according to the alchemists' recipe.” “Ah, so it isn't some kind of magic but a chemical reaction that drives monsters away that night?” Fuschia nodded blankly. “So, magic are really perished from the land of Drachentia?” “Unfortunately yes, Your Highness. I also pity that.” Fuschia took a deep breath. “In that case, how can a person detect whether she is a victim of alchemy or not?” “Well, if a human exposed to alchemy, wouldn't her body feel heavier? Like her head would hurt tremendously.”

“How about an elixir?” “No,” the teacher answered quickly. Ruhan frowned, confused. “But you just said—“ “Listen, young man,” the teacher cut him with calm but serious tone, and then he continued. “You have to comprehend every aspect of chemistry and alchemy to make a single drop of elixir. You have to master brewing, drying, shimmering, everything has to be perfect and calculated. But you’re just a beginner in this, and even thunder boy over there had never drank or eaten any single healing items yet,” the teacher said while pointing to Jai.

As he gazed at the mysterious symbols and inscriptions on the bronze-colored alchemy furnace, his mind wandered off elsewhere as he drifted off to the world of the mysterious symbols. After some time, he collected himself and praised, “What a mysterious Alchemy Way and inscription! This is unbelievable! With such an alchemy furnace, what elixir can you not concoct?” Though he was a Divine Rank alchemist, he understood that the inscription and Alchemy Way inscribed on the alchemy furnace were simply too far beyond his reach. He turned around and greeted James respectfully, “Master.” At that moment, tossing aside the pride of a Divine Rank alchemist, Myrddin greeted James respectfully. James w

' I exhaled slowly. Centered myself. "You speak as though alchemy is a contagion," I said calmly. "Something that stains simply by proximity. I presume you’re old enough to have lived during the times when alchemy was legal. Are you saying that you may also have been infected through alchemy? If not, then that question is irrelevant." Elder Bragg shrugged. "History supports caution." "History," I replied, "also supports the danger of fear driven governance." A sharp intake of breath.

It was a technique that placed talented alchemists above the mediocre ones, and the same one that brought about the title, "Alchemy Grandmaster" "He is done," Zandor suddenly said, and Frederick nodded his head. The energy in the hut suddenly grew much denser as Edict generously poured into the ground herbs. A blinding light was produced as the healing potion was completed. A medicinal scent so strong that Frederick had to turn off his sense of smell filled the place, and the masked man sighed lightly, his action a sign that Edict Infused Alchemy was more draining than it looked.