Shisui Apothecary Diaries Novels & Stories

The key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.

Damon The air in the apothecary vaults always smelled faintly of steel and scorched earth—like too many failed potions had been burned away and never quite forgotten. The torches here were magical, flickering with cold blue fire that cast long shadows across the shelves stacked with sealed vials, ancient herbs, and dust-covered records bound in dragon-hide. It was quiet. That was part of the appeal. No whispers. No rumors. Just science and magic and the possibility of truth.

She sighed heavily the moment she felt the warmth of the water pouring over her head. "Az Cap… So, um, I want you to tell me exactly what you saw," demanded Shirley the moment she entered the living room from the bath. Some parts of her skin were still wet. Azriel put down the Pen and the puzzle booklet on the table in front; she looked at Shirley and slightly shook her head. "I really don't want to remember that, and I'm trying hard to forget it even happened to me. Let's not talk about it". She said and pulled out her lips and squinted her eyes.

“I prepared for you our ancestors’ finest poison, the Undead Slumber. “The ones poisoned by this will lose all strength in a short amount of time before permanently ending up in a coma. “But, judging from how you look right now, you’re not affected by the poison at all! “What a waste of my fine poison! “How are you immune? Do you care to enlighten me?” Akio tried to stall for more time after seeing that the poison was not working as intended. Harvey calmly chuckled. “I can tell you, but you need to answer me something first. “The Shindan Way is one of the Six Schools of Martial Arts back in the Island Nations… “You’re the Imperial Physician of the royal family, Akio Yashiro himself. You must

The room was dim until Cain moved past her to light a lamp on the heavy central worktable, and the light spread outward to catch on shelved jars, leather book spines, copper instruments gone green with age. A healer's workshop. She'd never seen one — she'd been too young when the Ashford home burned, and whatever her mother had kept had burned with it. But she'd read about them in the books she'd stolen during her years at Blood Moon. She'd memorised the descriptions: the worktable, the drying racks, the journals, the apothecary organisation of a hundred small jars. This was that. This was exactly that. "How long has this been here?" she heard herself ask.

Placing Shaur back to the bed and blanketing him, he came back to sit beside me. "First, I want to apologise to you.” “Why—” “Hear me out, Betaji. Let me complete what I have to say first. Will you?” Hesitantly, I nodded for him to go on. ~•~••~•~

But she laughed it off, ignoring the strange flutter in her chest. The apothecary smelled of dried jasmine and ironwort. Shelves towered with amber jars, handwritten labels curling at the edges. Master Ye stood by the counter, grinding something in his brass mortar. “You’re late,” he said without looking up. “I brought you red lotus petals,” Arla said, holding out the parcel. “Fresh. Picked this morning.”

"Unbelievable." "Talk if you want to or shut up." Darina said. "Are you on your period?" Kaisha asked. Darina looked up from her phone and stared at her annoying friend. "What do you have to say that is unbelievable? Anything is believable these days." She drawled. "Well I passed by room 109 and I heard something very interesting." Kaisha grinned. "Goody two shoes Saira Anderson is not so goody two shoes after all. She's a bad bad girl."

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

Just quiet. His car was spotless, the scent of pine and leather lingering as I buckled in. No evidence of the fight we had in it just two days ago. The apothecary sat at the edge of town, tucked between an old bookstore and a tiny café. Inside, it smelled of dried herbs, honey, and dust. Rows upon rows of tiny jars, labeled with what looked to be duct tape, lined the walls. “Feverroot,” I read aloud from the list.