The Scarlet Alchemist Novels & Stories

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

I say to Scarlet, giving her the sorry eyes from leaving like that. She doesn’t accept yet, she calls out for our female teacher, “ Miss Alex, has Noah done anything wrong?” her brow raise. She knows whenever a student received that message, then there’s a fire on the mountain. And I know what that fire is and I can quench it. What I can’t quench right now, is Scarlet discovering that I’m Rune. God, it's going to be a wild fire.

Smoke curled from the chimney, and the air was thick with the scent of burning herbs. Inside, the space was cluttered with jars, dried plants, and bones hanging from strings. The flickering light of a single lantern threw distorted shadows across the walls. The alchemist moved with surprising grace, her hands already selecting ingredients from the shelves. “You seek a new face,” she said without looking at me. “A new scent, a new name. Marcia, you’ll call yourself.” “How did you—” “I know more than you could fathom, child,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “Sit.”

Emerson’s voice was razor-sharp. Lilith's smile faltered for just a moment before she uttered a name. "Scarlet. A pharmacist. The woman who helped Alistair return from the shadows." She hesitated, then let out a dark laugh. "You’ll love this part. I accidentally discovered something about her. She’s Elias’s aunt. Ironic, isn’t it? He was turned into a monster by his own blood." I felt the air leave my lungs. Scarlet. Elias’s aunt. The pieces clicked together in my mind, forming a picture more horrifying than I could have imagined.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

My brother Victor Roche dragged the headless bodies of commanders sent by Noah to kill me. " I-It's not over yet," one of the Alchemists shouted, aiming his bow towards me. I thought I had numbed the human Alchemist with the aura of Black reaper sword. " Very good," Scarlett chuckled. SNAP A dagger hit the abdomen of that Alchemist , splattering the blood all over my face. " Yuck! It's human blood," I twitched my nostrils. My pack's warriors took Scarlett and traitor Noah in custody. Since they're the reason for all this mess, I'll deal with them when I clean up this blood bath.

He stood for a second, until he too went down the road; he was more than intrigued who the storyteller was. SCENE II Deep beneath the crowed streets, hidden behind a secret web of tunnels and behind a mystical wall, an alchemist searched. The small candlelight glimmered against the dark wall, keep the darkness away. The alchemist lifted his weary head from the pile of scrolls, books, parchment that were scattered around his table and work area. Those stone-like eyes nervous looked at the parchment in front of him. He searched. Weary hands went across the old pages. Diagrams, anagrams, symbols, runes, carvings and etchings, occult symbols appeared and dissapeared with the turn of the pages. C

She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron. "For three thousand years, you alchemists have been using profound Qi to heat up herbs in a pressurized brass pot," Scarlett said, her amber eyes scanning the cauldron. "You call it 'Refining the Elixir.' The Prometheus database calls it a 'Primitive Combustion Chamber'." She tapped the brass surface with her knuckle. It rang with a dull, heavy thud.

“It flashed through her mind, and that trauma crashed right into her awakening powers, confusing her spirit.” “But there is no trigger right now,” I countered. “There is no immediate danger.” “It doesn’t have to be triggered anymore, Morano. It is fully taking over her body now, and these violent fevers are the symptoms.” Yara closed her eyes and began chanting low, native incantations. She pulled a vial from her robes, gently rubbing a deeply scented oil over Jackla’s trembling hands and legs. Slowly, Jackla’s breathing finally eased into a smooth rhythm.