Shisui Apothecary Diaries Novels & Stories

"The master ledger should be in the drawer." While he went to the desk, I approached the locked wooden cabinet on the wall. The door was made of dark, heavy plum wood, carved with the seal of the imperial apothecary. I used the brass keys to open it. Inside, the shelves were lined with small, blue-and-white porcelain jars. I began reading the labels. Red nightshade. Black locust. Death-cap extract. Then, my hand stopped on a small, unpainted grey clay jar. The label on it read: Gray Wolfsbane.

They’re comfortable with each other, like how Isla and I are, and I briefly wonder how long they’ve been friends. “This is an older volume with some of the more rare poisons and toxins in it,” Healer Sarina says while laying an old, leatherbound book beside the one I’d just finished. The pages are more worn than the previous book, so as I open it, I try to be more careful.

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.

"Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars." There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sigh, I should better speak up so it can end sooner. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and looked around. "I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki's notebooks." I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary I said notebook. Because I was

“Let it watch. We’ve faced worse.” They found themselves before a small apothecary, its windows dark but for a single candle flickering in the depths. Aria pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming softly. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, shelves lined with jars of powdered roots and vials of murky liquids. An old man stood behind the counter, his spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, his gaze sharp despite the wrinkles framing his eyes. “Welcome,” he said, his voice a rasp. “What brings you to my humble shop?”

The NovaCorp employees clearly weren't buying it. "Sandra must've bribed you guys. Did you forget how she made your lives miserable every day?" The nine women exchanged confused looks. "Mrs. Tyler never gave us trouble. She just returned the stuff Mr. Tyler borrowed from us." That instantly set the room off. "Borrowed?" someone laughed. "Mr. Tyler's loaded. Why would he need your stuff?" The women started listing things one after another. "Lipstick." "Compact powder." "A comb." "A scarf."

[The Sacrament of the Shards] The silver vial sat on the mahogany nightstand, a cold, clinical sentinel in the flickering shadows of the Alpine fortress. It was a drop of liquid clarity, a chemical promise of logic that threatened to dismantle the fever-dream Ivy had been living since the day Dante claimed her.

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

"Every tincture, every draft, every single visit made to the lower-tier quarters in the last fortnight. Now." The head apothecary, a man who usually smelled of dried lavender and nervous sweat, scrambled to comply. We spent three grueling hours poring over the vellum sheets. I personally checked the inventory for Nightshade and Silver-dust—the counts were perfect, down to the milligram. I cross-referenced the names of every authorized healer and mid-level apprentice. Nothing.

He needs medical attention," Sharon exclaimed, with a voice cracking as if she was almost crying or she had been crying before. "I am going as fast as possible, Sharon. You don't want us getting stopped by the police, do you?" Bobby shouted back at her. Shortly after that, I slipped back into the lands of dreams. When I woke back up, I was in an apartment, the room was littered with books, and medical supplies and it smelled like a hospital, a mixture of the smell of medicated spirit mixed with drugs filled the air and I hated it. I tried to turn my head to the right, using all my strength, my sight was met by blood stained cotton wool which was was piled up beside me, this made me to immedi