The Alchemist Epub Novels & Stories

I asked, unease creeping into my voice. The alchemist turned to me, her face shadowed but her eyes glowing with unnatural light. “You’ll feel it soon enough.” “Hold on, when I complete my mission, can I have back my natural body back?” “Yes dear, there's no need to fret.” She handed me a small vial filled with the bubbling potion. Its surface shimmered like liquid mercury. “Drink.” I hesitated, the weight of her words pressing on me. But there was no turning back now. Raising the vial to my lips, I swallowed its contents in one gulp.

His sharp gaze penetrated illusions and fell on the top of the Enchanted Peak. Heath's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the Clear Spirit Pills that underwent tribulation, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Are these eighth-grade alchemical pills? Has Severin advanced to become an eighth-grade alchemist?" As a ninth-grade alchemist, he could tell that the quality of these Clear Spirit Pills was extremely extraordinary, even though they only reached the level of eighth-grade primary alchemical pills. However, they were all perfected with all impurities removed, leaving only the most essential medicinal properties.

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.

She is like a little light at the end of the tunnel giving me hope, that it might be the end of darkness and light awaits farther down. Althea pov 'I cannot let Azzazal know that I came to his room to get away from his brother' Althea thinks in her mind. Earlier that evening when she was in her room, Ornan knocked on her door. She opened thinking it might be her brother Lucifer. But she was shocked to see who it was. "What do you want" she spat those words like a slap. "You wounded me, darling, all I want is just you," he says eying me up and down.

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

" And I am afraid he is more than a treat to the people," For the second time since she visited him, Amelia glanced at him with those huge blue eyes. For a moment, she thought of him as a handsome man, the type every woman wants in their dreams, his dark curly hair that fell on his shoulders. Broad shoulders with firmed muscles and a smile that reaches his green eyes that feels like morning dew. She just wished to jump into those strong arms and have a delicious taste of them. But that wasn't possible because he wasn't Erin. "You know, you don't have to go home tonight… it is dangerous out there," Alex's alluring voice jolted her out of her thoughts, as she felt a strong hand on her skin.

It seems they have still their uses, just a right formula of a Black magic, and they could be an army that was as good as living soldiers! The second moment, Emerald materialized through the old altar. There, someone appeared to pay its own respect. Seeing that someone was a familiar figure, the old woman approached after calming her heart and healing her wound. Only the internal was on the process that it takes a week to heal. “If it wasn't the Prince!” Emerald said, jokingly. She was laughing loudly that was echoed about. She was as if not being in a life and death situation earlier, and was, in fact, a different person. Yet, she was the very known Emerald, the old woman, the former glory

"This one is very much alive. She’s young. Beautiful and very manipulative. She also possessed powerful magic." "Really? I thought she was powerless. That's why the Fire King hated her like a plague?" Shit, that does sound like her, doesn’t it? Pearl tried her best to feign a look of total innocence. She gave them a look like a virgin trying to understand what orgasm was. Pure innocence and all. "But you know, I have heard rumours about an alchemist hiding away in a cottage near the river." Sorry, Almera. It’s me or you. And it isn’t going to be me.

"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.

The moment I touched him, something incredible happened. Our rebirth energies recognized each other. Silver light from me. Ice-blue light from him. The two powers merged, swirling together in a dance of death and resurrection magic. Drake's wounds began healing impossibly fast. My own pain receded as his energy stabilized mine. "What is happening?" Ria breathed, pressing herself against the wall. "Alchemy," Drake whispered, wonder in his voice despite his injuries. "Two souls marked by death, meeting in suffering. Creating something new." The combined energy formed a cocoon around us, and suddenly I was seeing his memories—his betrayal, his execution, his rebirth. And he was seeing mine—the