Lost Apothecary Novels & Stories

The first thing I did upon returning to Zentara was to take inventory of the assets I reclaimed from Liam. Only after confirming that all the design drafts were recovered did I finally allow myself to relax. Ethan wrapped his arms around me from behind, his tone rather aggrieved. "Baby, you were gone for so long, and the first thing you did was to look at these papers?" I looked up and gave him a kiss, finally satisfying him. "Lucas refused to acknowledge me," I said with a sigh.

Eden began writing a lengthy list of medicinal ingredients, then handed it back to Caelus. Perusing the list, Caelus noted they were all medicinal materials, some of which he didn't recognize. "Buy all of these from Elysian Apothecary," Eden said abruptly, downing her beer in one go, her frown deepening. The beer tasted unusually bland today. Caelus was taken aback. "All of them? Does Elysian Apothecary even have these?" He knew Elysian Apothecary was reputable in Estburg, specializing in medicinal herbs, but it was relatively small. Could they possibly carry such a variety, including rare items?

Galileo continued, "Normal people would never encounter the Secret Realm in their lifetime. These are exceptionally powerful families with hundreds to thousands of years of history. "The Great Apothecary Guild is formed by skilled apothecaries from the Secret Realm. If you can't find a way to save Vincent within the Worldly Realm, you should give that a try." Larissa asked eagerly, "How can I find this Great Apothecary Guild?" Galileo smiled. "The Great Apothecary Guild will host their annual apothecary gathering at the Phantom Island in the Pacific Ocean. Many skilled apothecaries from the Secret Realm will be in attendance."

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

People always held onto memories, whether they were of a person, an event, or even food. While he focused on cooking, I slipped away, lightly closing the door behind me. I had lied to him. Not only was I leaving, but I would never come back into his life again. ... To help me recover in peace, Dane left all his work behind and took me to Verihaven, a peaceful town surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. By tacit understanding, neither of us mentioned Jethro. One day, I was in my room, writing my will. I rewrote it over and over, but I was never satisfied.

I will keep this one. Your Vargr Alec closed the journal. Nix was looking at her hands in her lap. Dylan beside her had gone very still, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the middle distance, working through something he hadn't finished yet. Maya broke the silence first. "He's been dying for a hundred and fifty years." "And looking for a cure for all of it," Cedric said. "A breeding program," Fallen said. Not a question. "It started here," Alec said. "In the ruins of the monastery. With the women who survived." He paused. "It's been running ever since."

Then, the heavy oak door groaned inward on rusted hinges, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled overwhelmingly of dried nightshade, crushed beetles, and old copper. "State your business, or leave your fingers on the threshold," a voice rasped from the gloom—flat, ancient, and utterly devoid of warmth. "We are looking for an apothecary who deals in illicit soul-binding reagents," Thalen said smoothly, stepping across the threshold without waiting for an invitation. "Bold," the voice cackled, a dry, rattling sound like dead leaves scraping across flagstones. "Or profoundly stupid. Step into the light so I can see what kind of arrogant fools wander into Madame Kaelin’s cellar after midn

The furniture looks like it belongs in a museum, and there's a bottle of champagne waiting on ice. Of course there is. I'm standing at the window, trying to process everything, when I feel familiar arms wrap around my waist. He turns me around gently, and suddenly I'm looking into the face I've been trying to forget. "Hey," he says softly. Andrew looks exactly the same. Dark hair, strong jaw, eyes that seem to see right through me. He's wearing a simple white shirt and dark pants, but even casual clothes look expensive on him. "You have ten minutes," I manage to say.

Kane needed me, and I wasn’t going to let him down. His life depended on me, and the thought was enough to keep me moving. I had been searching for hours, asking vendors and merchants if they sold any kind of medicine or herbs that could help. Each time, I was met with a shake of the head or a dismissive shrug. “No, sorry, miss. Try the apothecary,” one vendor said, pointing me in a vague direction. But when I reached the place, it was closed. At this point, I was frustrated, on the verge of tears, and I felt the sting of helplessness creeping in. What was I supposed to do now?