Specialchem Novels & Stories

have a large number of champions because they are very skilled fighters. The Coks base a lot of planet pride on their collective strength. For example, if you are a male who is considered weak on Cok, you will have a hard time living there. But don't think of them as not intelligent. Their battle strategies have saved thousands of lives. They are great soldiers and great thinkers. The planet Hassin has six fighters participating in this Harvest. Hassins typically range in color. They can be tan, brown, reddish-brown,... orange-ish brown... A human would describe their skin tones as Earthy. But no matter what color they are they all have a metallic-like shine over their skin. It helps to ref

“If you want to stay alive, you’ll help me end this.” The man nodded, pulling a small device from his pocket. “I have a signal disruptor. It’ll jam their communication, but it won’t last long.” “Do it,” Victor ordered. The man activated the device, and a faint buzzing noise fills the air. Outside, the sniper’s laser dot flickered and disappeared. As the sniper’s signal wavered, Victor saw his chance. He grabbed his pistol and moved toward the door. “Victor, no!” Olivia’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

Why will an illegal substance be in Kendrick's room? “There isn't a proper name for it yet, or at least I haven't been updated," Doctor Louis explains, "but we all call it The Special Medicine” Doctor Louis's words incite my curiosity. “What is it for?” I ask “There were rumors that the Special Medicine was a substance that could cure any hormonal disease,” Doctor Louis says, his voice raw with doubt.

Kyle was probably busy, so he did not reply right away. Blair put down his phone and asked Mable, “Are you sure that the A117 reagent can detoxify Vortex?” The A117 reagent was a mysterious chemical reagent that was said to be poisonous. However, it was also rumored to be able to repair and regenerate cells. There were many rumors about it, and many people on the black market have tried to purchase it through various channels over the years. Nonetheless, it had always been unattainable due to its scarcity.

As I passed the heavy oak door of his private vault room, my boot connected with something small and hard on the carpeted floor. Clink. I stopped, my obsidian eyes narrowing as I looked down. It was a small, high-grade titanium shipping cap—the kind used exclusively to seal pressurized containers of advanced medical pharmaceuticals. It had a unique, laser-etched serial number on the rim: [VESPER-MED-901].

This quality does not know, or has convinced itself not to know, which produces the specific kind of damage that does not stop when someone says stop because the person doing it does not believe they are the one who should stop. Sola graduated from the Celestine Academy seventeen years ago, two years before Vass. Her specialization was, from the beginning, environmental supernatural chemistry: the interaction of resonance-disrupting compounds with natural systems at scale. This is not a common specialty. Most supernatural chemistry focuses on targeted individual treatment or precise laboratory applications. Environmental scale work is the kind that requires thinking about populations rather

Otherwise, he would be groping in the dark, unable to fully unleash the technique's power. "Actually, there is one." Nadine said, "From what I know, the chamber's current auction catalog includes an item called the Compendium of Special Constitutions. It's an artifact that can only be used once, and it's only readable by probing it with one's spiritual consciousness." "The Compendium of Special Constitutions?" Ashton's eyes lit up. "It'll be up for auction? How do we bid?" "The Curios Chamber's latest auction is tonight, and the Compendium will be up for bidding. How about I accompany you there? We can consign these top-grade pills for auction and exchange them for the rare herbs and ingredi

"My Omegas don't run hot. We’re ghosts in your machine. Now, take your hand off that console before I take the hand off your arm." Vance’s eyes darted to the large, shielded button at the center of the desk. The Salt-Bomb. A high-altitude chemical dispersal unit designed to strip the moisture from every living cell on the North Ridge. It wouldn't just kill the wolves; it would turn the entire mountain into a sterile, white graveyard for the next century.

THREE months had passed since the downfall of the Black Spectre, which had dominated headlines across Europe. The buzz around it had begun to fade, but for Blanche, life was taking a new direction. She had joined MI6 as a Chemical Pharmacist, now holding the rank of Chemical Weapons Specialist. Rather than participating in operations, she focused on the technical and analytical aspects of chemical substances, especially concerning explosives and drug formulations. "Aren't you going to take your leave?" a voice broke through her concentration. Blanche turned to see Chief Langley approaching and smiled. "Ah, Chief Langley," she said, removing her goggles and gloves.

She was tired and needed to rest by the time the call was coming to an end. “Is there anything else you need to report?” Chairwoman Kathrine Jones asked. “Yes ma’am. There is one more thing. All of the special ops personnel take a drug called K-101.” Hope ran a trembling hand over her face. “It allows whoever uses it to tap into super abilities, as in strength and speed. A normal human can become as fast and strong as us.” Hope was referring to the supernatural and not just the Weres or vampires.