The Seduction Alchemy Book Novels & Stories

I smirk, remembering that meeting… “But after the second time we met, I knew I had to make you forget and so I did, with the help of magic.” “Why?” I lean over, cocking a brow. “Simple. I needed you to forget me.” “Why though?” she persists. She is so stubborn. “Because it was better that we never meet again, and you were never embroiled in this war. That was the plan, and I planned to never see you again… but then I learned from a seer that Nefzaan had learned about a woman that would…” be important to me. “That will come into my life, and he began searching for you. So, I beat him to it. I found you and realised you were the daughter of the Alpha King and so I decided to offer him an alleg

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.

She smiled coyly and deliberately licked her lips. Micah gulped, his breathing growing heavier. She rose with an air of seduction. After that, Sandra approached Micah and sat on his lap with her arms encircling his neck. "Micah…" she called out gently. At that moment, it was as if Micah was under a spell as he involuntarily reached out to hold Sandra's slender waist. Her delicate index finger traced circles on his chest, stirring an urge within him. Sandra looked up at Micah with an alluring gaze.

I gently stroked the old brown page, and I could feel the thick paper beneath my fingers. It seemed like it was an antique book. As I turned the page, I took a heavy breath. Every single piece of paper was written by hand. An ink that was very dark black was used to write the letters. Calligraphy was something that blew my mind. I started to read what was inside the book. “Alpha's rejection is like venom for his mate. Whether they are doomed to a world of curses or perish.”

Only after five full hours did Logo finally discover the alchemical canon most suited to him. General Outline of Aslant Alchemy, A Foundational Introduction to Mechanical Alchemy, Karashen’s Analysis of Materials Science, Mefin’s Detailed Commentary on Runes, Collected Notes for Apprentice Alchemists… Eleven volumes in total. Had they been written on paper, any single one of them could easily have filled ten rooms. When Logo chose to receive this knowledge, each star of information transformed into a meteor and shot toward him, sinking one after another into his chest.

As Selena walks into my room, I could see that she was exhausted, as I knew that this war was taking a toll on her, and I pray that my hunch is right for all our sakes. “There’s a reversal spell.” I tell her right away, but she shakes her head, before she says to me, “Angelica, I read Alatar’s grimoire front to back, multiple times. There is no spell within it.” “You’re right. There is no spell within it, because he hid the reversal spell within a different book.” Her eyes widened as I told her this, as the wrinkles on her forehead scrunched together, before she finally asks me, “What other book?”

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Zachary said as he gives Sirene the book that he had been holding ever since Soheila took it out from her spirit ring. Sirene's eyes sparkled. "Okay, thanks, Zachary!" She smiled and grabs the book from Zachary's hand. Her pink hair and blue eyes made her look like a gorgeous cute girl. She looks like an innocent woman. Sirene chewed her gum as she checked the contents of the book. "Teach me," Maximo suddenly said as he walked beside Sirene. "Teach you what?" Sirene asked confusedly. "I wanna be an alchemist."

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.