The Millennium Alchemist Novels & Stories

Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.

It required the use of more than ten eighth-grade medicinal ingredients such as Millennium Vermillion Fruit, Millennium Spirit Marrow, and Nine Petals Flower. In the entire Bleurealm, most places that could produce eighth-grade medicinal ingredients were ancient secret realms or relic abodes. As a result, there were very few cultivators in the Bleurealm who could become eighth-grade alchemists. There were only about a dozen eighth-grade alchemists throughout all great sacred lands, noble families and clans, let alone eighth-grade senior alchemists who could refine Ninth Revolution Sky-soil Pills.

All we can do is wait for my grandfather to remember his spell. "Is there a way we can help you remember the spell grandfather" I offer politely. I am desperate to get rid of the Ornan ghost from our life. The bits and pieces I saw in his interaction with Althea, my past self is frightening. I was scared for Althea before I found out that she is me in the past. After I found out that we are the same and his obsessive behavior when he possessed Amber is outright frightening. "I have books back in my house. They have all the ancient spells. If we start our search from there, we might find something useful" lord Agamanan suggested.

Luna chuckled softly. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. After the eighth-grade comes the ninth-grade supreme alchemist. From what I know, there are only a handful in the entire country who've reached that level. Most of them belong to ancient sects, not modern academies. "Sovereign's Apothecary is based in Chetvine City, so they don't have one. But the organization behind them, the Divine Alchemists, does have a few ninth-grade masters."

an alchemist could acquire the corresponding "sub-abilities." The high-dimensional information space of the Aslanth civilization contained many such "recipes." For instance, Logo had noticed one called "Calm Heart," a sub-ability that could soothe the mind, dispel restlessness, stabilize mental power, and help the alchemist focus entirely on alchemical studies. By following the recipe, there was a 38% chance of acquiring this ability at the junior alchemist level, 45% at the intermediate alchemist level, 21% at the advanced alchemist level, and only a 1.3% chance at the top-tier alchemist level...

I should live a little—so I settle for a contact high and send the blunt in the next direction. A beats pill plays rap music low in the background. The guy clicking the skip button catches my eye. With cream-colored skin, a nose ring, and tattoos trailing up his sleeve, he takes a long drag. “Who’s he?” I whisper to Don. “No.” I furrow my brows. “Huh?” “No.” “No, what?” I whine. “You’re not getting involved with that guy. No way.” “How do you know him?” “Gen.” “What?” He eyes me, up and down, from my black heels to my red lipstick. Nothing healthy has to be going on in that mind. I know that look.

Leave it to Eathen to skip right over the part I thought would at least cause a break in conversation. “No.” “But Alice is?” “Yes.” Mylo broke from his impassive stature to pinch the bridge of his nose, grumbling about this being a clusterfuck. I had to agree, but they all took that information way more calmly than I expected. “What does a mountain have to do with this?” “Alice’s other mate is Mountain.” “His real name,” Terran threw his head back in dramatic exhaustion, “or I swear to Gerber daisies I’m going to take this moment from you and tell them myself.”

He was also giving me a whole new level sense of security that I have never felt before from Lenox. I just wanted to reorganize my messed-up thoughts and make sense of what was happening. “Then I will trouble Mr. Lucien to make the trip.” “It is my pleasure. Next time please call me Luc.” The driver started the car and it was soon plunged into silence. My mind was all over the place as different thoughts clashed in my head. ‘You are a reject. I rejected wolf, and you can only be an omega. No one will ever want you, Camilla. You are a cursed being and you are bound to spend the rest of your life alone.’ A shrill voice sounded in my ears.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

I inquired, keeping up with Luca's pace. "Milady," Luca said as he slowed down his walk. "That's what Mr. Etienne told us to call you." "I see..." I mumbled quietly. Luca abruptly came to a halt in front of a large door. It was significantly larger than us. As if they were castle doors. Luca used both of his hands to open the door, revealing what was inside. We appear to have arrived in the living room. The living room is large and bright, with paintings on the walls and a chandelier on the ceiling. Every aspect of the living room left me speechless. As a piece of classical music began to play from an old cd player, I went inside.