Novel & Cerita The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel

he replied without looking up from his papers. It seemed unusually early to me. The series of conversations with the enigmatic woman who claimed to be Diabolos' partner had seemed brief, yet I had slept longer than I had intended. My mind wrestled with the dilemma she had left me with. The bizarre task of sleeping with Rafe on the Grimoire nagged at me. But the location of the Grimoire was a mystery. Aline had been the last to possess it.

FLASHBACK; I walk with smiles toward the kitchen to meet Zori. Dominic whom I was playing video games with and intentionally allowing to win, finally fell asleep after several rounds. Just as I approach the kitchen I stop suddenly on my tracks when I hear her say over the phone. 'I still haven't find my diary, Cassy. Also I've not heard anything from the people at that Cafe and it's weighing me down in a way.' Did she just say Diary? Cafe? Is this what I'm thinking it is?

But this was the only solution that could save her to cure her unknown disease '' . He was surprised . '' So dad was behind all of this ?'' he uttered . '' Layla i will save you the thing that has killed you it will bring you back to life '' he mumbled . '' I will use alchemy to cure you definetly , wai for me , i will bring you the elixir of life , surely '' he stated . After that he began researching on alchemy studying and researching about it all night and day . Then one day he finds in a different shelf where his father used to put his old books , while cleaning it he found a book . The title on it was 'wasteland ' .

It wasn't much but it still was something. A new gate had been put to prevent just anyone from getting access to the male hostel. The gate was black, and tall — almost thrice as tall as Harold, and looked like it was crowned with prongs. Harold wondered if any of the changes was because of what had happened last semester. He didn't let that bother him. He reached the gate. Right before he got in, to his right, a young man with a permanent scowl on his face sat under the sun. He had a desk before him and a lot of paperwork sprawled all around.

Since she wasn't sure if anyone would come to her considering how big the hospital was, the equipment and treatment must be topnotch. On a whim, Diana opened a cupboard and various items came out of it, causing her to fall down in shock. "I withdraw my words, this room is like a warehouse." Diana couldn't help but pick up the items one by one. She categorized them based on their usefulness. Nothing caught her eye except for one book that had a striking color. Diana picked it up and opened it. "Patient list?” Yes, the book contained the names of the patients and their types of problems that were almost entirely caused by silver and wolfsbane.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

"They used her jealousy to get into my father's head, then they used his hatred to get to me. This wasn't just a switch at a wedding. This was a twenty-one-year-old trap." Suddenly, a muffled scream echoed from the apothecary's room down the hall. Audrey, Silas, and Marcus ran toward the sound. They burst into the small room where the herbs and tonics were prepared. The head apothecary, an elderly wolf named Elian, was slumped over his desk. Standing over him was a young acolyte—a girl Audrey recognized as one of the new recruits from the refugee camps. The girl held a glass vial filled with a shimmering, violet liquid.

A small, easy breath left him. Then he opened the diary again and turned the page. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s next.” ______ Episode 8 – The Serial Cheater The air in the dimly lit hotel bar was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and spilled whiskey, but Marcus breathed it in like it was pure oxygen. At a corner table, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he watched her.

So, he did what no one else dared. He flew out quietly and found himself standing in a small, herbal apothecary near the heart of Oldtown in Country L, where medicinal incense wafted like a whisper of forgotten wisdom. “Master Ye will not see you,” the assistant said coldly at first. “He does not entertain visitors.”