Unblocked Little Alchemy Novels & Stories

the guild needed more revenue streams if they plan on making 100b in the next 3 years. The next revenue source came from the other side of the guild that had been quietly working in stealth mode this past month, the Alchemy Department. Rather than selling the mana berries and reveal that they had an ungodly stash tucked away on the island which would just invite trouble. Verra used it as potion ingredients in mana potions. These mana potions took the continent by storm, with everyone buying them up like hotcakes.

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

And Froatlan won’t be the only nation. In the past few weeks, I’ve quietly catalogued dozens of unique products from the other small and mid-sized UNA nations. Magical root vegetables that resist rot for a year. Glowing citrus fruits that radiate low warmth and light—perfect for winter camps or dim houses. Spices that act as natural sedatives. Mushrooms that double as soap. Beans that combust under high friction and are being researched by Bina's weapon division. They guarded these things like national treasures, but they never truly studied them. They don’t have the labs, the protocols, the foresight. All they knew was: this is special, so let’s keep it close.

Damien opened it and I leaned closer. Inside of it was only a strange crest. No picture , no name and definitely no initials. Just the engraving of a wolf emblem. “I've never seen that before”. Leen shook her head. Well…so do I. Damien handed the pendant over to Renzo. "Don. Do you know that symbol?" Renzo asked. Damien stared at the d*ad assassin for a second. "Just keep it”. “Does that mean we have a clue?” I questioned hopefully.

“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 transform all base metals into gold. We Undines honor their work in our own pursuit of the Alkahest, the universal solvent. “Through our quest for the Alkahest was how we came upon the formulas for saltpeter, kulstof, black powder, lodestone and brimstone. Apart from these medicinal byproducts, we aimed to simulate s

There wasn't a single green pepper, carrot, onion, or peanut in sight. Mom set a chicken wing on my plate, looking at me with anticipation. "Dex, try it. I made it especially for you. You used to love these." I didn't pick up my fork, as there was no command to eat. Sapphire looked at my untouched plate. Her eyes welled up with tears again. She sniffled and said in a broken voice, "Unit 1314, eat now."

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It was tedious work, but eventually, we found one that seemed to have the right properties. "This one," Kiara said, holding up a small, silver amulet. "It has a protective aura around it. This must be one of the artifacts." I felt this aura she spoke of because of my witch genes and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We had found one of the artifacts, but we still had several more to go. Over the next few days, we continued our search for the artifacts. It was a grueling task, and we encountered several more packs of rogue wolves, but we persevered. Slowly but surely, we began to find more of the artifacts.

“Watch your step. I’m working with sensitive compounds.” I peered over the table. The liquid inside the cauldron shimmered faintly, a pearly golden color that reminded me of honey and lightning. “What’s that one for?” I asked, already moving closer. Lucan hesitated, which was suspicious in itself, then muttered, “A commission for the Algerian pack. Special order.” I arched my brow. “How special?” He cleared his throat, busying himself with grinding something in a mortar. “It’s… restorative. For, ah… male function.”