Chalice Synonym Novels & Stories

Humans have the least amount. iii. Derivation: Derived from the roots “Zhil” (Shadow/Darkness) and “Vae” (Pulse/Breath/Energy) 2. Vae-vhalir (VAY-vah-leer): i. Short meaning: Witches/Warlocks. ii. Full meaning: The one who masters the pulse/energy. This name is for those who can manipulate and control their zhil vae to perform curses or spells but have not been corrupted or succumbed to it.

We all spoke automatically. "The elders of water, earth, fire and air will infuse their gift, making a chalice of obsidian. Each of you are to place your stone into the sacred chalice." Once the chalice was created Esme offered her, Rosalie's, Uncle Hanks and Aunt Lolita's stone pieces by placing them in the chalice. One by one all 26 pieces were offered up and placed in the chalice.

“So...how does this work?” “Come here. I have to hand over the rights of the Chalice to you.” She gestured for me to follow her to the fountain in the middle of the area. I followed her and stared at the water in the fountain. Serena placed the chalice in the middle. “When I grant you the recognition and the rights of the Chalice, your familiar - or should I say familiars - will automatically gain the title of royal familiars. Do you understand me?” “Um...so far yes.”

“Within the Void, magical artifacts lie hidden. Each one older than your Houses, older than Blackcroft itself. Some of you will find them. Fewer will survive them.” He wasn't in the Hall with us but his voice carried through like thunder. An image glowed into being in the air: an anciently designed silver chalice wreathed in endless blue fire. “The Chalice of Verryn. Cold to the hand, but the liquid within is warm. Drink, and it will show you your deepest truth. Many who sip never return from the vision. Its fire has never gone out.”

Hansel joked. “It’s exquisite; breath taking,” Roxi remarked. Roxi was looking at the file photo of The Chalice of Warlock. Olivia nodded. The chalice was carved out of Sapphire. It was set with beautiful gem stones in a variety of colours and there was an assortment of inscription all over the piece. Olivia wondered if years and years of being buried away had diminished its spark. “Our best bet would be to try and find out the missing links in the history of the Chalice. The has been missing for a long time,” Hansel said. “We have to figure out who was in possession of the Chalice

A red silk cloth has been spread out across the length of the stone slab with candles placed at each of the four corners. A beautiful chalice made of gold is situated in the center of the altar, the rim engraved with a pentragram surrounded by half moons that are positioned on each side. The stem of the chalice wraps around upwards like a snake with raised skin much like scales littered across it in the color black. The contrast between black and gold was breathtaking to look at, with the snake having gold flecks mixed in with the black scales on its body. The mouth of the snake opens up and looks to be biting the cup part of the chalice.

Said Amber as she stared at Leah with wide eyes. Leah was excited to work with Water. She felt a strong calling to it and knew that working with it would be as fulfilling as her other elements. Amber removed the leaves and replaced them with a chalice filled with water. The silver chalice was a family heirloom and was encrusted with gemstones just beneath the rim. The chalice shone brightly in the sunlight and Leah marveled at how the sunlight reflected off of the gemstones. This was the first time that Leah was using the chalice and excitement ran through her.

The Great Hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop, but the air was screaming. It was thick with the scent of wolfsbane—a sharp, metallic smell that made the warriors at the front tables pull back instinctively. In the center of the hall, on a pedestal of black obsidian, sat a silver chalice. It was filled with a shimmering, violet liquid that looked like crushed amethysts and liquid death.

The hall quieted. The Master of Arms, a scarred wolf with hair white as bone, carried forth the Chalice. Ancient, wrought from obsidian, its rim crusted with rubies said to be carved from the blood of the First Alpha himself. He set it down before Lucien with the reverence of a priest laying down a relic. Lucien rose. His voice filled the room, low and terrible and beautiful.