The Tantric Alchemist Novels & Stories

“In it, we learn how to concoct potions that can heal injuries in hours, not days. We devote our minds to inventing health supplements such as the Ocean Lizard-grappling Elixir, the Ki Detoxifier and the Twelve Meridian Balancer; even the mythical Xian Serum. It’s no wonder some Gym-nins turn into Brew-nins. “Our External Alchemy is different from the internal healing or Divine Spark of the Storks and the herbology and toxicology of the Chthonians in the south. Surprisingly enough, it was the first ever collaborative work between us and the Salamanders. The Salamanders have their siege-engines, demolition bombs, mines and their relentless quest for the Philosopher’s Stone that would transfor

There, golden light radiated as golden lotuses sprouted from the ground along with a flurry of other mirages. The chaotic world expanded in all directions, breaking through the boundary of two hundred thousand domains. Following that expansion, the aura surrounding him in the outer world grew stronger, and he breathed in the rich spiritual energy around him. Two streams of spiritual energy that resembling dancing dragons began to swirl in front of his nose. Meanwhile, the tribulation had slowly dissipated, and the elders and disciples who were supreme paragons began to snap out of their bewilderment. "His talent is insane!" "He's now already a ninth-grade master alchemist!"

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

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

As they pushed the door open, the sweet scent of incense wafted towards them. Inside, the house was dimly lit by candles, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Strange, metallic instruments littered the room, along with vials of bubbling potions and strange, mystical objects. The alchemist himself sat at a large wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by books and scrolls. "Welcome," he said, his voice gravelly and deep. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Nathan stepped forward, his sword still held tightly in his hand. "We seek your knowledge," he said firmly. "We need your help to defeat a great evil."

After an hour, Soheila bids goodbye and went back to her room. An Alchemist was a profession that has the power to heal people with their pills. They could also refine a lot of types of pills such as changing someone's appearance and everything. Also, fighting with an alchemist was hard since alchemists had unlimited pills that could heal themselves or make them invisible.

The Trerth haven't been spotted in ten years, so we won't be the first to run into them,” the phrase within said as it moved ahead and followed the other henchman who was following Nelanian. Nelanian got to the point where he wouldn't speak anything in front of him, only absolute darkness. He'd never had enough for the watches to summon him, yet there was no other way for him to go away without his body. His mind was degrading from the inside out, and he was aware of it at all times. It was only a matter of time until he succumbed to his injuries. I decided a little prayer wouldn't harm, even though he wasn't religious. He addressed the founding figures of Alchemy, Cythis and Bevana, the ori

Then moment he felt like that he had lost eevrything that moment began his journey . He looked around and noticed the research papers left behind by his father . Then he got up and took one in his hands . He noticed the word ' alchemy ' written on it . '' Alchemy ?'' he suddenly realizes the thing left behind by his father the secret of alchemy , the research which his father put all his life into .

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked, bound tangle — bodies marked by ropes and welts, holes leaking profusely as the distant monastery bells continued tolling through the night. Tenzin Dorje knelt between the two nuns, fingers lazily pushing his cum deeper into both of their used holes, feeling the warm, sticky mix of their shared fall from grace. “The Great Bliss has been attained,” he whispered darkly into the candlelit darkness. “Desire is not the enemy. It is the path. I am the living yidam. You now carry my divine seed. Your bodies and souls belong to the true tantra — the tantra of the flesh.”

It moved with a slow, heavy rhythm, expanding and contracting slightly against the cork seal, as if a tiny, metallic heart were beating deep within the core of the chemical compound. "It’s not an alchemical poison," Alpha Torin said from the shadows near the heavy oak door. His silver-furred arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the strange, glowing light the vial cast across Natalia’s soot-stained fingers. "I’ve seen the Grand Vizier’s alchemists work their horrors in the northern valleys for a decade, Natalia. They build things that melt flesh, things that freeze blood, and things that rot timber. This... this smells of something ancient. Something stolen."