The Alchemist Novel Original Language Novels & Stories

“This is a book that contains some of the earliest records of your family’s involvement with the supernatural. It’s a good place to start.” I took the book, its cover cold and heavy in my hands. The leather was cracked and worn, and the pages within were yellowed with age. I opened it slowly, the faint scent of old paper filling my nostrils. The text was written in a language I didn’t recognize, but there were illustrations that seemed to depict scenes of rituals and arcane symbols. “This book is written in Old Enchanted,” Quinton’s father explained. “It’s an ancient language used by those who practiced magic long ago. I can help translate it, but it will take time.”

Xolem Ignim - The fire of the sun. Locum Sacrum - Sacred place. The Old Language is very close to Latin and is actually one of the sources of some Latin words, in the book that is. Jasper Ivan twisted around. He was fast and graceful both at the same time. Surprise flickered across the young warrior's face as the Alpha's foot connected with his face.I winced at the sound. That must have really hurt. The 'warrior' should have known better than to challenge a beast like Ivan.

"End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs." ​"My dogs? No, Rhea. They are your brothers. Your cousins. Anyone who wandered too far south in the last ten years," the Alchemist said, finally turning to face her. "Do you know how hard it is to stabilize the Silver Bane DNA? It’s so... stubborn. So prideful. It took me years to find the catalyst. Do you know what it was?" ​He stepped closer, and Rhea felt a wave of nausea. He smelled of formaldehyde and dead lilies.

"Elijah, just translate 20 pages of that book…we don't have time…also as payments, all this book..are free, and also take 3 gold coins from him...." I want to visit an alchemy store after this, that's why I don't really want to spend a lot of time in here. Since he said that he will pay for the translation, why not take advantage of it. Elijah states the conditions which the old man immediately agreed, as for me I just decided to go deep into the storybooks, while every now and then listening to their translations. The old wizard grim was obsessed and fascinated by Elijah's smooth and clear translations while repeating 'Oh God!' and 'Amazing' again and again. Apparently, the book was about F

" L'Histoire de la Magie." Alessia knew this language like the back of her hand. This was an old archaic language rarely ever heard in the streets of the Kingdoms of the world. This was long forgotten, but her father never failed to make her memorize how to read it and how to write it. She thought this language was long dead, but to see a book in that language, stored in the attic of the most mysterious man she knew, it piqued her interest.

“You are going to kidnap an alchemist from the alchemist prison on that remote island?” Fuschia blinked. Dylan blinked. "Huh? You did not know? The alchemist's lair was actually in the large temple on the hill behind the palace. Hayden had turned the sacred shrine into an alchemist's lair. You really don't know?" "Huh?" Dylan blank. This information was something he didn't get when he was in his previous life. He didn't expect that the alchemist who was responsible for creating the various potions that flowed down his throat would actually be so close to him.

the book opened without any resistance. "Wow," Feng took it from him. "It's alchemy basics one! Wren!!! Your mum had this. he gingerly took the book and looked at the label. It's the first edition! It's super rare. It's said to have a lot of spirit-level pill recipes. Even legendary ones," he happily browsed through the contents. Wren was more than happy to hand it over to Feng. He was not interested in alchemy, and did not wish to pursue that.

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

She mumbled as Mateo walks closer to her with his hands in his pockets. “Hmm, it has a very rich literary background. It was and still is widely spoken in many regions of South Asia, although, it has been modified through time.” For some reason, Faith felt a little embarrassed by her lack of knowledge about this language – she felt like Mateo was teaching her about it. “Can you even read Urdu?” She muttered. “Very little. I bought it at an auction. This is an original first edition book from the early nineteenth century.” Faith twisted her mouth, “Wow,” She breathed out, “What is it about?” She asked as she opened the book – not understanding a word it says.

Her eyes fell on Jade and she whispered in her mind to him, hoping he would hear it. Hang on my love. I will save you. I swear. "Found it," Salem said, a hint of triumph in her voice. Kalista dragged her eyes away from her mate and leaned closer to Salem, her eyes going over the scroll. After a few seconds, she frowned. The scribblings were written in some ancient language that she found hard to understand. "What language is this?" she asked. "These languages are very old," Salem told her. "Languages that were used by the first witches at the beginning of time. Don't worry Kalista. I know what it says."