Supreme Alchemist Novels & Stories

Alister’s mouth hung open. “Do you no longer bow to your queen?” My voice cracked like a whip. Instantly, they bent, scrambling to cover their mistake. “Aminda, your eyes…” Alister murmured. “Such darkness,” one Elder whispered. “No Witch Supreme has ever reached this level.” They were right. I still held the reins, but only barely. “Let Archibald Pruitt in.” --- Kian’s POV

He seemed to finally have come to the realization that his life wasn’t the same as it had been seventeen years ago. “I am Mikalya Carnell,” I said, my voice cool and measured, as I faced her, my eyes narrowed. “And if you must know, we were in the middle of discussing something important.” “Important discussion?” She scoffed, her eyes narrowing, suspicion and defiance radiating from her. “And what exactly do you want with him? You think just because you’re with the Alphas, it gives you some kind of right over him?”

Peter explains with deep reverence in his voice, "Supreme Alpha Mark, alchemy is an ancient, sacred art passed down through thousands of generations of legendary master healers. In certain ancient traditions, it is known as the secret art of creating holy elixirs. By combining various rare ingredients under the full moon and following secret formulas, a true master can create miraculous medicine pills. Take the medicinal pills from Mistveil Peak, for instance. They are legendary throughout the entire world for their powerful effects, and a single pill is worth a massive pack fortune!" Mark stares at my face in absolute amazement. "Alpha Derek, my mind had no idea your young paws possessed su

"When the ordinary wolf could no longer hold what was destined, the Goddess sealed it away, waiting for a body strong enough to carry what centuries of bloodlines could not. She will walk among us wolfless, until the moon deems her ready. And when she wakes, every pack, every bloodline, every kingdom bound by the old laws will know her by a single truth: she was never broken. She was simply waiting.” The room went very quiet. "That's not a metaphor," Damon said slowly. "That's a prophecy. A specific one." "It's the oldest prophecy this pack has ever recorded," Constance confirmed. "And for two hundred years, every Alpha who's read it has prayed it would remain exactly that — words on old pap

Xavier hummed in agreement before ending the call. He pulled out the papers from his pocket and started deciphering it. He studied them properly : -------------------- WOLFSBANE Organisation→ serum → superhuman Head not human Scientists — humans? Maybe or no Chief → def. Not → superhuman? In New York? No… Organisation → human → mage Ravenwood → forest Human → mage → war? possibly Royal family → extended - no - yes Big chain Humans → pawns Chief → Ald --------------------

"Get out of my head you dumbass. Don't answer anything unless it comes from my mouth." We both burst out laughing. "Junior, it was really bad. I thought I was going to die. There were so many other creatures like him," pointing at Kran, "with chains around their necks and legs. They were made to work with whips raining on them like no man's business. The only break they had was once in a day, just for a meal. A meal that could barely fill my stomach. I thought I was dying. That mean doctor offered me food that I had never seen before, so I refused to eat it."

Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity. Avenger— An alchemist that transmutes pain to healing and strength. It can also be used to punish anyone who has caused them pain, cursing them. Scorchers— An alchemist that transmutes anger to flame. Optimist— An alchemist that transmutes joy to health, and luck. Reaper— A rare type of Alchemist that breathes/ absorbs life for healing, and strength. They can also use it to temporarily copy the power or skill of someone they had killed.

Alpha Blaze persisted, sounding genuine. I glanced at Lucas then when we both realized something at the same time – silver. “How can you be so sure about it?” Dalton met Alpha Blaze’s gaze from across. “My mate was with the moon goddess when they both disappeared –” “Wait a second, who’s your mate?” “Althea,” he said aloud with pride. We were momentarily shocked. His mate was Althea, the first female warrior of the Moon Goddess. She was known to be fierce but grounded. It didn’t take long for Dalton to nod affirmatively. “Okay, I trust you.”