Homunculus Alchemist Novels & Stories

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

Chandler said after taking a sip of tea. He had been asking for Fane's sake, but he was curious himself as well. Mr. Simmons nodded, "You remember quite well. That year, we did accept twenty students." He let out a dry laugh while saying, "Yet, there was only one who was able to become a sixth-grade alchemist. There are so few people who can understand the Way of the Pill and condense pill auras. "It's so hard to produce even one sixth-grade alchemist, let alone seventh or eighth-grade ones… There is only one eighth-grade alchemist in Heavenly Pills. The eighth-grade alchemist is basically the living ancestor. He doesn't trouble himself with general affairs."

And if word got out that Andrew, still so young, had personally refined this extraordinary pill, jaws would surely drop. This Ascension Pill he refined was of excellent quality and was classified as an eighth-grade pill. Currently, across the entire Holtrien continent, the number of eighth-grade alchemists could be counted on two hands. Each one was a reclusive master, either buried in ancient archives, poring over ancient texts, or revered as a sage within powerful noble houses or royal courts. Some, exceptionally gifted and renowned, might even serve as the national advisors to the ruling hierarchy of Holtrien—individuals second only to the sovereign, commanding respect and authority from

However, this was not the time to discuss how to use this Soul Raiding Water. Philip coldly looked at the people in the human resource division behind him. “Do you still doubt Big Roc now?” Everyone lowered their heads. The result was right before their eyes. What other doubts could they have? They would be a laughingstock if they still voiced out. Philip snorted coldly at their silence and said, “There should be many alchemists here, and you should have some wooden barrels with you.” The alchemists nodded in response. The alchemists mostly produced potions and liquids, and they needed to collect some materials such as water sometimes. Things like wooden barrels and glass bottles were always

He was like a ghost. “Pardon my intrusion, your highness,” The old man says. His eyes were wide and scrutinizing. “I mean you no harm. I come with a warning from Ascena.” I watched in amazement that quickly turned to astonishment when his eyes shimmered and changed to a familiar yellow and his pupils morphed into the shape of crescents. “Senko…” I hissed, my eyes searching for a weapon to use. “No, my dear, I am not an Alchemist. You may have heard of me from your friend Hunji. My name is Chakor.” The old man stands and bows his head to me.

"Divine alchemy is about transmuting Hajin—the god-particle that can be found everywhere in nature— and turning it into supernatural abilities," Rowan began. We are known as the Wheezer— an alchemist who transmutes Hajin by breathing. There are many types of Alchemy other than Wheezing. Your mother is a Tippler, and your late uncle Han was a gobbler. However, we won't be talking about them today." "But, father, how did you know that I am a wheezer if my power hadn't been awakened yet?"

After an hour, Soheila bids goodbye and went back to her room. An Alchemist was a profession that has the power to heal people with their pills. They could also refine a lot of types of pills such as changing someone's appearance and everything. Also, fighting with an alchemist was hard since alchemists had unlimited pills that could heal themselves or make them invisible.

Judy sat at the other end of the corner, Uncomfortable and tense. That did not bother the king in the slightest, he continued to say, “You see, history has it that the first Alchemists, the followers of the founders Cythis and Bevana were once considered a cult. an evil one for that matter, some were hoping that they could be eradicated and done away with. At first it was a small following, consisting of only five families, my family, The Vonners, was among those five.

It moved with a slow, heavy rhythm, expanding and contracting slightly against the cork seal, as if a tiny, metallic heart were beating deep within the core of the chemical compound. "It’s not an alchemical poison," Alpha Torin said from the shadows near the heavy oak door. His silver-furred arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the strange, glowing light the vial cast across Natalia’s soot-stained fingers. "I’ve seen the Grand Vizier’s alchemists work their horrors in the northern valleys for a decade, Natalia. They build things that melt flesh, things that freeze blood, and things that rot timber. This... this smells of something ancient. Something stolen."

He had heard about it, always from his family. "Researchers are the men who have studied a lot" he said, noticing a hint of amusement in the man's smile. He thought he had said something wrong, but the minstrel's gesture of assent made him change his mind. He relaxed his shoulders, returning to listen carefully. "Among them, there was a particular boy. He had very white skin, and black hair as pitch" he raised his hand, interrupting any kind of intervention by the child "yes, he was an Alchemist. But he didn't know he was. They had picked him up from a street, in the middle of summer, and had looked after him with kindness."