The Alchemist Novel Original Language Novels & Stories

He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book. A brown hardcover book with about a thousand pages that seemed to have been dated at least centuries back. I inched closer as Nathaniel flicked through the pages. Half of this wasn’t even written in English or in a common language at least. It was like a secret foreign code. “You know I told you I started reading on hybrids, text, articles, books, you name it. I was still trying to pick up a few things when I came across something that I assure you none of us knows about, not even Alpha Eliana” Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second.

This was in fact the first time he smiled. "Hm, you're right, Belphegor," he said. Feeling happy that his lord has been cheered up a bit, Belphegor began to fly around the tall bookshelves. "As you can see, my lord, there are hundreds of books in here, from Alchemy, Mathematics, Magic Understanding, Cooking, and many books written by Master Ainz and Lady Lesithea about their research on Alchemy, Undead, and Chimeras, which led to their final and greatest creation, you," said Belphegor.

A creepy and Chester-looking smile creeps to his face, together in the second of the moment where he flips the page of the book and marks the distinct pentagram and symbols of the titled words. “Human transmutation.” Giggling in content as he started with the fainting tone and increased until a menacing laugh somehow engulf the silent space and cold room he is currently residing in. A faint memory, yet the hair-raising realization that started everything of what he is right now, whispers back to his mind, as it says. “Alchemy. The medieval forerunner of chemistry, based on the supposed transformation of matter. It was concerned particularly with attempts to convert base metals into gold or t

“This is the last I have and I hope it helps in curing the Alpha.” I nod, already shooting to my feet. “Thank you,” I murmur, turn to the door. I am just about to push the knob when her voice stops me. “Freya, I have something for you.” I turn, curiosity getting ahead of me. She holds out a book with leather tomes that I can recognize anywhere. The title boldly scrawled across; The supernatural. “I translated the moon language to help you understand.” My eyes snap up. “You did?”

I have what we came for so I don't need him anymore. The only problem is that Elena can't read the book of witches because it's written in a language that doesn't exist anymore. I have been cracking my head trying to think of a way to get around that. I was hoping that there was a spell she could use but she told me that the copies can't be spelled, she said the book itself had immense power and that if she had it, she could use a spell to translate the spells into a language she could understand. According to research, it was said that the original book was the first written Grimoire, it is said that a hundred witches wrote their most powerful spells in there which is why it is so special.

she asked the male student. “I was bored and browsing the school library until I found that. Once I learned that it was originally written in Tagalog, I learned the language and read the Tagalog copy and it was magnificent. The English translation did no good to the beautiful language of Tagalog.” Albert said and cooed over the book as he reminiscent about the time he read the Tagalog version. It was nostalgic to him. But a question was raised to him as to what could be the reason why the matriarch of the Montague made them choose a book. “But why make us choose a book, auntie?” but his questions were only met with a smile at first.

A wolf with fur depicted by jagged, flame-like strokes. A ginger wolf. It looked suspiciously like Kaela. Amalia and Jael looked at each other in shock. The silence in the library suddenly felt very loud. Jael flipped the cover open. The first page contained no spells, no dark curses. Just a title, written in a sprawling, exasperated hand: "You have got to be kidding me," Amalia whispered. Jael let out a low whistle. "Well. I bet she wouldn't want this found." They both sat back, sandwiches in one hand, the ancient text between them, and began to read about the terror that was Kaela.

“It’s old, older than anything in the royal archives. It’s written in an ancient language, Greek or Latin perhaps, but there are annotations in a dialect none of us can fully translate.” Caelum brushed away a layer of dust and flipped it open carefully. The air filled with that papery scent of decay and magic, the kind that caused me to wrinkle my nose. The pages were filled with delicate, looping handwriting and sketches of sigils, and rituals, along with a few plants and herbs. “Yup, it's definitely a witch book.” I muttered, my eyes caught on a torn page near the middle, “Wait,” I said, pointing. “What is that?”

Kelly instructed after she made sure Greta had the stone. Greta didn’t believe anyone would leave. There’d been too many things happening in town for these people not to want to see it to the end. “I’m sorry, but I’m forced to read this part out in the old tongue because I didn’t have time to translate it. I translated the other parts to make it easier for you. That shouldn’t change the ritual in any fashion.” With the grimoire from the cabinet propped up on a stone, Kelly began by reading something out loud. It was definitely not in English and, to Greta’s surprise, it wasn’t in Latin either. This language, whatever it was, she’d never heard before and it made Greta wonder why this graceful

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.