The Silly Alchemist Novels & Stories

**********************AT THE BORDER OF THE ABANDONED CONTINENT OF TRERTH************************** When Luciana heard the mention of Cecily, she heard the girl speaking with a sad tone. She was recognized for forming strong ties with those she knew, and she could comprehend, to some extent, the void left by her unexpected departure. Luciana had grown bored of the growing melancholy stillness. “It's all right, girl. How did she assist you?” “Well, she'd mostly teach us the fundamentals of alchemy. And there was the question of how to combine the elixirs and which ones were compatible with each other. My peers felt that because you were an Elder alchemist like her, you might be able to instru

He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him. “Don't listen to them Gale, defeat them!” Nelanian screamed angrily. The alchemist said, "Shut up, you little rodent," tightening his grip on the boy's neck, making him squeal. “Stop! I told you not to injure him!” Rhaizen Gale spoke up, taking little steps and a blind eye as he approached them. “If you get any closer, the boy will stop screaming. The alchemist exclaimed, "I'm going to cut out his tongue!" Rhaizen Gale eventually came to a

"I happened to break through and become a sixth-grade alchemist a few days ago. These Prima Spirit Pills and Crystal Spring Pills are all made by me personally, so feel free to use them! Before the girls could react, he distributed the alchemical pills floating in front of him to Gilda and the others. When they learned that Severin had broken through to the sixth-grade alchemist, Diane and the girls all looked shocked, then excited and happy. Gilda's face was full of joy, as if she was the one who became a sixth-grade alchemist. "Severin, have you really become a sixth-grade alchemist?" Diane, however, was skeptical, and there was a bit of anger in her almond-shaped eyes. She raised her litt

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

Susan explained Camille stood transfixed at a spot , in the space of 24hours her life , her identity changed . She was exposed to things that she thinks that she thinks don't exist, to worsen it all she was stuck in the middle of it all ! She was tagged the 'savior ' when she couldn't even save herself ! She has many questions in her head but no one could give her a satisfying answer , everything keeps going in circles with her at the center of it. " I know you seek answers, unfortunately I don't have any. " Only Sapphire, the Elder Druid will be able to provide you an answer " Said Susan

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.

At the pack, everyone holds me in this stupidly high esteem. I look at the exercises I had to grade. The school is smart though. We are like cheap labour for them. Mentoring, they said. They just wanted us to do their work. I grab their answer sheets to the question. Well, no one got the question except for a Wendy Altyre who I’m guessing is the same person who hates me with all her guts. She seems to be the only smart person in the class so maybe, I would apologize so we can put all this childishness behind. Look at her technique. I’m actually impressed.

"Should we be worried?" "I'm sure the Alpha is fine," Tasha said as she reached out and held my shoulder. But her voice wavered. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My throat was too tight. Science experiments was a mistake. Professor Simeon had us paired up, mixing compounds and recording reactions. My partner was a wolf I didn't know...quiet, focused and clearly not interested in small talk. Which was fine by me besides I didn't have the energy for small talk anyway.

Andrew smiled and said, "Mr. Kaplan, then what are you waiting for? Go ahead and make your move. I promise I won't fight back. But maybe you've forgotten that I happen to be a ninth-grade supreme alchemist. "Even if I can't produce all the pills Iron Sword Sect needs, I can still whip up a few ninth-grade supreme elixirs when I'm in the mood. So if I decided to sell a few of those to you, Mr. Kaplan, tell me, wouldn't that still be a pretty good deal?"

I could sense some of the members moving closer to us. Clayton was still giving his speech. He sure loved to hear himself speak. He was dabbing his handkerchief over his face, probably giving fake tears over the loss of his dear brother and his wife. “What do you want?” The stench of alcohol filled my nostrils. I smiled widely. This was getting better than I imagined. Closing the little gap between us, I whispered in his ear. “Want to use the gents. Don’t trust these people. Can you take me there?”