The Supreme Alchemist Novels & Stories

“Alpha dox said, he has always been the wisest alpha here apart from me if course. "So now how do we make it look like an accident do we push her down the stairs. Alpha Jaxon said with all seriousness making everyone laugh. "Don't be dumb Anderson do you think this is a human movie?,you know pushing a wolf down the stairs can't kill her especially with her witchcraft and her enhance wolf healing abilities.” Alpha dox said glaring at Alpha Jaxon. "The best option is to poison her with the invisible sliver. " Alpha cane said,he his a very quite man,a man of few words.

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.

He was probably trying to remember the continuation of the story. "Good. When the Alchemist saw the fifteenth winter, becoming an adult, the preceptors of the Zolhay Order authorized him to access the Forbidden Archive, reserved exclusively for adult men, in the process of becoming Researcher. Here, the Alchemist found a book. It was ruined and the flames had devoured most of the pages. There were few understandable words, but they were enough." "Enough for what?" the child asked, leaning a little towards the minstrel.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

… Meanwhile, a team in Imperial City was making preparations to head out. An elegant old man stepped into the carriage. He planned to visit all the cities. Anyone with a high status would recognize this old man, who was the best level-seven alchemist on the mainland. His ability was astonishing, and the pills he made were record-breaking. Besides, he was the appointed alchemist for the royal family. Most of the pills he produced were directly supplied to the royal family. Anyone else had to line up many years in advance to get a pill from him. Recently, he reached a bottleneck. He wanted to advance to level eight but to no avail.

The beast’s human form guided those burning red eyes through the shadows, searching for a crack, for a glimmer, while the monstrous body strained helplessly against the chains. Then another voice, stronger now, echoed within his mind: “It is time, son of the moon. The world needs the Supreme Alpha, the one reborn from innocent blood to bring order to chaos. Awaken, River.” The ground trembled. The enchanted chains groaned, a sharp crack splitting the silence. The eyelids of the slumbering body flew open, his eyes burning like live coals in the cave’s darkness. He sucked in air violently, his chest heaving as though breathing for the very first time.

A shiver parades down my spine. White eyes, emotionless and inhumane, stare right at me. The second I meet them, sharp silver teeth greet me with the most venomous smile. I take a step back. Kalhaii. Humans who offer up theirs souls to gain immortality. Rogue alphas take advantage of their desperation and bind them into bargains that can not be completed. Years and years they serve until their death. I take another hesitant but steady step back. My movement rattles my mate and his gaze narrows. He tilts his head, genuine concern etching into his barely visible brows and then steps closer again, hands reaching for me.

Should he have used someone of lower rank? Considering his status, it wouldn't be hard to find someone willing to lay thier life for his cause. "I shouldn’t be thinking this far ahead yet. All I need to hope is that the drug should work the way it should. Avery isn't a normal wolf; she's an Alpha descendant. They also have a strong bloodline so it should work on her." He thought to himself. He sucked in a deep breath; "Just two hours. I need just two hours to be sure. Things are going fine now and I have a good hunch it will last for the remaining two hours. Avery isn't going to die anytime soon." He thought to himself before he shut his eyes.

"My mind knows a thing or two about the fires." "What exactly is so special about this alchemy your mouths are discussing?" Mark asks, his supreme curiosity piqued. Peter explains with deep reverence in his voice, "Supreme Alpha Mark, alchemy is an ancient, sacred art passed down through thousands of generations of legendary master healers. In certain ancient traditions, it is known as the secret art of creating holy elixirs. By combining various rare ingredients under the full moon and following secret formulas, a true master can create miraculous medicine pills. Take the medicinal pills from Mistveil Peak, for instance. They are legendary throughout the entire world for their powerful effe

He seemed to finally have come to the realization that his life wasn’t the same as it had been seventeen years ago. “I am Mikalya Carnell,” I said, my voice cool and measured, as I faced her, my eyes narrowed. “And if you must know, we were in the middle of discussing something important.” “Important discussion?” She scoffed, her eyes narrowing, suspicion and defiance radiating from her. “And what exactly do you want with him? You think just because you’re with the Alphas, it gives you some kind of right over him?”