Novel & Cerita The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel

] Across the city, inside the towering stone walls of Mooncrest Academy, I sit near the window of the Elemental Science Hall. I had been staring at my heavy leather textbook, trying to focus on the shift-biology diagrams, but Celt’s incoming message completely breaks my train of thought. I stare at the glowing text on my desk, my jaw tightening in silent deliberation. After a moment, I tap out a quick reply: [I bought the base blends online. I can send you the merchant link if your elders need basic sleep incense.] I pull up my digital browser, navigate through my saved tabs, and copy the link for a cheap, generic herbal apothecary based in the outer human territories. I paste the URL direct

It was an opportunity Athena couldn't ignore. One moonless night, shrouded in darkness, Athena crept towards the apothecary. Her agile form moved silently, every step calculated to avoid the guards' patrols. With nimble fingers, she picked the lock to the storehouse, slipping inside like a ghost. Rows of vials and jars lined the shelves, their contents illuminated by the faint glow of a single lantern.

They were an NPC that Zen did not have the chance to talk to so far, but he could smell the coffee when he passed by, among other things. Yes, the NPC was an apothecarist, and Zen did not know if the potion maker had anything to counter sleep spells. Coffee was a good solution, but maybe the apothecary lady had a better counter drug? “Gilda’s Apothecary?” Charlie questioned as Zen pushed open the door and entered.

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

Inside, most of the books stayed dry. Cyrus had never been much of a reader in the old world. In the age of smartphones, patience came cheap. Reading demanded effort and time, time better spent scrolling through short skirted influencers. Now the internet was basically dead. He rarely even touched his phone anymore. Thus, he figured he might as well borrow a book or two to pass the time. Maybe it would help keep whatever remained of his sanity warm in this frozen apocalypse. He stayed in the library for half a day. In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket.

Damon The air in the apothecary vaults always smelled faintly of steel and scorched earth—like too many failed potions had been burned away and never quite forgotten. The torches here were magical, flickering with cold blue fire that cast long shadows across the shelves stacked with sealed vials, ancient herbs, and dust-covered records bound in dragon-hide. It was quiet. That was part of the appeal. No whispers. No rumors. Just science and magic and the possibility of truth.

Alexander taps me on my shoulder before he told me that he will sleep early for tomorrow's schedule. " Maybe I will read a little passage on the Bible first that my daughter Eloisa gave me yesterday," I told him. " Just take a rest after, okay." He said. Gifford was sitting on his bed while listening to their conversation. He was kinda pissed to think that Paul will read a Bible first before going to sleep. "Why many old men love sleeping late?", he uttered with his crumpled face. *** After five hours Gifford POV

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Feeling the heartbeat one after the other and with great force, I turned around, looked back at the dining room and little by little I was walking back to the dining room, there I used to also keep the pills for the nerves, in the same pillbox shaped like a bone. Taking all the garbage in my path, as I reached the dining room, and without thinking, I took the pills, just with saliva. Then I just flopped on the floor, closed my eyes to better focus, but in a few minutes, I felt how little by little I was fading until I fell asleep.

The air in the cramped apothecary back room was thick enough to taste, a cloying mix of dried feverfew, sharp ozone, and pure, undiluted hatred. Zara, the human clinic’s head physician, had her hands planted flat on the scarred wooden table, her knuckles white. Across from her, Ronan, the lead mender for the city’s shifter coven, leaned against a shelf of trembling crystal vials, a smirk playing on his lips that made her want to commit acts of profound violence.