The Alchemist Book Series Novels & Stories

His hands move to my hips as my body falls forward onto him. “You will be the death of me Alena, I swear!” His eyes looking into mine, he pulls back, his cock sliding out of my sex. “I hope not, Sir; necrophilia isn't my kind of thing.” My eyes roll, and his cock twitches and becomes hard again. I don't know why I called him Sir, but it had an effect on him, that is for sure. Smiling, I can’t help but tease him more. “Mmm, your cock just twitched and hardened. Why was that?” I should have said, sir. It is too late now.

I sighed as I ventured deeper into my dreamland, but I was soon brought back when the annoying vibration began again. “It’s still dark. Did I set an early alarm?” I thought as I sleepily tried to locate my alarm clock on the shelf with my left hand. By the time my hand located it, the sound stopped again. “Five more minutes!” I sighed as I covered myself up with my blanket again. But it was just like the sound didn’t want me to have any more sleep because the moment I was beginning to enjoy my sleep again, the vibration began again. “Okay, what is going on?”

) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha Book 4 – Caged Between the Beta & Alpha Book 5 – King Alejandro – The Return of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

He held a glass vial that glowed with a sickly green light. ​"The bond is complete," the figure said, his voice amplified by magic. "Excellent. Now, the blood will be even more potent." ​The Alchemist had arrived. The Alchemist didn't attack. He simply watched. "Who are you?" Rhea demanded, stepping out of the pool, her shift clinging to her body, her eyes burning gold. "I am the architect of your evolution, Rhea," the Alchemist replied. He threw the vial into the center of the Moon-Pool.

"Do you know of the rituals performed by the sorcerers? Any of them? I have always thought it strange...what Sasha said to me of returning when I had taken in." He tilted his head slightly and a contemplative look came over him."I suppose there might still be a few books around but they might be difficult to find. The lores and books on them where burned after the great war. I doubt the little that are left behind on them will be of any help. My predecessors made sure to get rid of everything that was tied to them. They believed the less the people knew about them, the better."

"The glass didn't take all the oil, Noah. You lied to me about the cipher." "I lied to keep you from throwing the child into the basin," I said, reaching up to catch his jaw with both hands, forcing his face down until his lips were brushing mine. "The Alchemist didn't leave a cure in the capital, Ethan. He didn't leave anything but a book of names and a vault full of liquid phosphorus. We’re the last two people who know what happened under the altar." "I don't care about the altar," he growled, his mouth crashing into mine before I could finish the thought.

I thought of preparing to produce in large quantities of ancient godly pellet for Justine so I passed the forest at airport hills and picked some of the ingredients and went home. I thought of going through the remaining two books to access what the book contains. Having eaten some fruits to my satisfaction I sat down behind the three books. I didn’t waste much time on the elixir production book. I took the third book to look at the caption. Behold it was chanting for astral power to rule the world, all the episodes. I quickly began to flip through the book to check if the book really contains all the episodes. It was from volume one up to volume twenty. I couldn’t hide my excitement. But I

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

I think. I am drawn to a door set into the wall, in an out of the way area. I reach forwards and open the door but before I can gently close it behind me, a great gust of wind whips it out of my hand and it slams against the wall. As I look around the small room the sound of breaking dishes fills the air and my eyes are drawn to the young woman crouching down to pick it up. As I move closer the amulet grows warm in my hand, as if letting me know I had found who I was seeking.

Where do I even fit into this life? I feel as though I’ve been kidnapped and locked up in a vampires layer. The thought makes me chuckle. I know Lorcan is a hybrid, but he has the look of an ancient vampire. Apart from the fact, he’s built like a brick shit house, and most vampires aren’t. If I hadn’t seen Lorcan’s majestic wolf, I wouldn’t believe he could shift at all. I found the library stationed on the third floor. I was so awed by its beauty that I could barely contain myself. I love to read, and Lorcan’s library has more books than I have ever seen in my life. The shelves go from floor to ceiling!