The Alchemist Kindle Novels & Stories

“And we let the other things take care of themselves. Only old men care about that shit.” “Mhm,” Reid disagreed, but didn’t want to get into it. “Where are we going?” The young human wondered. “A place where men beat their chests in displays of prowess, and the alcohol will bend your mind,” Marcella told him, releasing Reid’s thigh in order to hook the young man’s chin on the edge of the index fingernail. “We’ll show you things that you will never forget, pretty one,” she purred, her lips against his. “Just trust us to take care of you.”

It’s heavy, like the Goddess is lowering a thick, weighted blanket over my room as the sun sets, and I drift on a current of starlight, snug and settled between realms. “Her fingers are stiff,” Posey says, her voice pulling me back into the present, but the room is a wash of bright sunlight, and a cool, late winter breeze lifts the thick curtains I can only see because they’re the darkest items in the room. Everything else is hazy–blurred beyond belief. I’m not sure my eyes are even open. Posey bends and flexes my fingers, her powers warming my skin like she can feel my–what’s it called? Resonance–right. That’s what alchemists call magic like mine. I wonder if she realizes I have literal sta

he asked, his voice already laced with suspicion. I exhaled, slow. My tongue felt too large in my mouth. “Page 117,” I said. He stilled. I didn’t need to explain further. He knew what I meant. Callum Thorne had a quiet obsession with the advanced alchemical theory texts Professor Zelda kept locked behind his desk cabinet—specifically, the first edition copy of Astrum’s Theory of Etheric Bloom Convergence, a book so dense it made most of the upperclassmen groan, and so rare that even the library kept only a facsimile. He’d spent months trying to get a full look at the annotations in the original margin notes—especially the ones on page 117, which were rumored to contradict modern interpretati

A silent battle of intent passed between us. “Yes,” I said smoothly. “I’ve been working all my life.” It wasn’t a lie. Madam Cora studied us for a long moment, unconvinced. Phina didn’t move. She simply stared back, steady and unbothered, like patience itself had taken human form. Finally, Madam Cora sighed. “Fine. You’re lucky. There’s an opening at the Alpha’s house.” My ears sharpened instantly. The Alpha’s house. That had to be Clayton’s territory.

For the first time, he wondered how many people were going to get hurt because of something neither he nor Eleanor had chosen. Back at the Vale estate, Eleanor sat in the kitchen. Her mother had made tea. Neither of them touched it. "What is an Alpha bloodline?" Eleanor finally asked. Her mother sighed. "Your grandmother was the last confirmed Alpha descendant in our direct line." "So I'm an Alpha?" "Potentially." "What does that mean?" "Power doesn't appear simply because you inherit the blood." Eleanor remembered the rogue flying backward. "But it appeared tonight." "Fear can trigger abilities." "Then what else can I do?" Her mother hesitated. "We don't know." Eleanor frowned. "How can you

He walked with a heavy, rhythmic stride, his eyes locked on Kael with a fervor that was far more dangerous than the mob’s blind rage. "Do not be deceived, children of the Sun," Valerius shouted, pointing a gloved finger at Kael. "This is not healing. This is the dark trade of the Alchemists. He is not a saint; he is a siphon, a living vessel for the forbidden arts that have brought this blight upon us. If he heals you, it is only to claim your soul as part of his collection!" Kael tried to stand, but his limbs were leaden. The energy he had released had left a hollow space in his chest, a cold, aching void. "Valerius," he rasped, "you know exactly what this is. You helped Bernard draft the o

Though some books claimed that it was a level 4, the alchemist tower placed it as a level 3 because he wasn't sure what was in the books. “Elder Li, I'll get right to it. I came here to ask you to be my personal alchemist for a year. Of course, it's not a free wish, if you're willing I promise I'll make you a real level 5 alchemist, how about that?" Xiao Long said. He said the alchemist level 5 was, in fact, because Elder Li's unstable at this level. The reason there's a burning smell in the room is also because of the failure he experienced in refining pills.

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

I greet as I take a seat by her side. “Good day son, how are you doing?” “Perfect!” I lie. “You sure about that?” she asks giving me a queer look through her glasses that are comfortably seated on her nostrils. I look away from her judging eyes that mirror mine and nervously scratch my head. “Shall I give you a brief summary of what this book “Alpha’s broken mate” talks about?” “Yes please”

And then he steps over me and moves towards the crying baby. NO! I can’t let him hurt her! I can’t! But how is he still alive? His body has burnt patches, but how is he still moving? Why didn’t he die when no one else survived? Because he’s the Alpha. A woman’s voice reverberates through my mind. But there is no one here except for me, Rafael and that child. Then who is talking? Who is this woman? Because he’s the Alpha. The voice comes again and the pain in my chest increases. I press down on my chest as the pain becomes unbearable.