The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel Novels & Stories

Henry’s POV The morning sun was just a pale glow on the horizon when I slipped into the apothecary’s workshop. Shelves lined with jars of petals, roots, and odd ingredients beckoned me. After last night’s revelations, shadow beasts, corrupted runes, venom in my blood, I needed more than steel. I needed magic.

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I had lived in this territory my whole life, served two Alphas, buried more warriors than I cared to count, and I had never once heard anyone speak that name aloud. I sat with the ledger open on my knees for a long time, turning the pages and comparing the dates against things I already knew. The first entry was dated eight months before Seraphine died. The purchases increased steadily after that, becoming more frequent and involving larger quantities, right up until two weeks before the binding ceremony, and then they stopped completely. Whatever was being made with those ingredients had finished right on schedule. I thought about the healers who had died, about the strange burn pattern on

She asks curiously “That’s about the only kind of books in the shelf now.” There have been few things in my life done for the joy of them. Perhaps in the time before going to SeraphFall manor, there were things I enjoyed doing, but those memories are lost on me. Even going to the Sigmond Manor today, I simply knew where to go, but there were no memories of the years spent living there. “It’s not poisons themselves, but the apothecary knowledge related to them that I would prefer keeping in my mind.” I tell her calmly “I’ve tampered with quite a few poisons and experimented with their mixtures.”

Ouch. “Oopsy, sorry!” Rhode apologizes from above, his voice echoing throughout the long hallway. I pick up the book and dust off its surface. It is a book about potions. Diego would probably find this one fascinating. I tuck the book under my arm and make a mental note to pass it to Diego. He has been avoiding me like a plague ever since I came back from Crimsonhill. I recall trying to pay him a visit at the Blue House yesterday only for him to turn me away, citing some work about a potion for stealing someone’s heart. “Beta Laurel?”

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

"Every tincture, every draft, every single visit made to the lower-tier quarters in the last fortnight. Now." The head apothecary, a man who usually smelled of dried lavender and nervous sweat, scrambled to comply. We spent three grueling hours poring over the vellum sheets. I personally checked the inventory for Nightshade and Silver-dust—the counts were perfect, down to the milligram. I cross-referenced the names of every authorized healer and mid-level apprentice. Nothing.

"You didn't even notice me." Startled and curious to know more, I looked up. “I… have I studied this before?” He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed. “You were passionate about it,” he replied, his tone soft. “You used to spend hours lost in these kinds of books, so much so that I had to drag you away to eat. You always had a gift for it. You wanted to be an apothecary.” The word struck a chord, resonating deep within me. “An apothecary…” I repeated slowly, feeling a sense of accomplishment and recognition for the first time in a while. “It feels… familiar. It feels right somehow.”

"We’ll keep him secured." I was already running. The apothecary was tucked between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. It was a cramped, dimly lit space that smelled heavily of dried sage, sulfur, and old parchment. Floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves were packed with amber glass jars, hand-labeled tins, and ceramic crocks containing rare roots and preserved organs. Bundles of herbs hung from the rafters, and a thick coating of dust covered everything except for a heavy brass scale on the marble counter.