Harry Potter Crystal Goblet Novels & Stories

“Otherwise, you can never even touch the goblet.” Amelia’s breath hitched. She stepped inside the perimeter. She extended her hand and touched the thin film of water, but the moment she did that, the water turned milky white. For a moment her mind revolted, she felt as if this was such a huge loss. It was as if her life depended on the vessel inside, and that the vessel was about to disappear. In angst, she withdrew her hand. The water turned pure and the goblet came into view. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Don’t touch it again Amelia. The more you touch, the more we are at the risk of losing it,” said Vargauz.

The whole palace was extremely empty. In the centermost part of the palace, there was a 20-meter-high transparent crystal cube. Ding Hao had never seen such a brilliant crystal before. There was not a single flaw on such a huge crystal, but it was strange that it was not transparent. It looked like a small abyss. With just one glance, it seemed as if the crystal could suck people's souls out of their bodies and into the endless depths. "Where am I?" Ding Hao was extremely vigilant, activating his magic skills to the extreme.

He takes the luxurious goblet from my hand and replaces it with a glass of water. ______________ I liked this drink - I say, at the same time that I drink the water in one gulp just to clear my mind. He just shrugs. ______________ You will thank me later. _______________ Thank you - I amend in the most sarcastic way possible. His gaze is sweet, calm, like the from Nathan. _______________ I'm sorry for everything. _______________ Definitely feel, - I answer. _______________ Seriously, he says, leaning in close. We both sat side by side with the rest of the royal family at the head table.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Technically, it wasn't wrong—she only dated him from her past life and this life. Landon made a noncommittal sound and straightened his already neat sleeves. "There's a scrying crystal by your chair. When you were drinking before, it recorded quite a few scenes of you touching the other men's faces. "I watched some clips while you were sleeping. That crystal is actually a pretty rare demon-subduing implement that many arcane seekers would kill to get their hands on. You certainly haven't let it gather dust, though the way you use it is... interesting."

I forced a polite smile onto my face, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Servants began to filter into the grand room with an air of practiced grace. They carried silver trays laden with beautifully arranged dishes, the various courses of our imminent meal. The aroma of delicacies wafted through the room, a heady mix of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and the wine that sparkled in gem-encrusted goblets. I watched as Prince Kinnison reached for the goblet in front of him. That goblet contains the potion of charm. Once he takes a sip, he'll be under its spell, I thought with clenched fists. I knew I had to intervene.

My Moon Chosen, the one I had just sworn to protect, to claim, was simply… gone. My gaze dropped, despair settling heavy in my gut. And then I saw it. Lying on the rough, uneven ground, half-hidden in the dim light, was a single, solitary object. It wasn't just any object. It was the golden crystal. The one he had won at the game, the one that had danced and shimmered around him, bought by my guiding hand, gifted by the magic of the festival. It lay there, reflecting the weak light, a stark, beautiful beacon against the grime of the alley.

The whole ceiling in this room was made of glasses of multiple colors. The only thing this room was missing was a cauldron. Just as I finished that thought I heard a sliding noise and looked towards the center of the room. A six foot wide cauldron along with a working desk was coming out of the floor. There was also a freaking crystal ball on the desk. I strode over to the desk looking at the crystal. I have access to the underground for most of the planes but I don’t collect too many magical artifacts. I don’t want to bring too much attention to my true origins.

Less than a minute later, he returned, breathless, clutching a massive, fist-sized teardrop crystal of antique cut glass ripped clean off the center chandelier. Jax walked over to the desk, leaned over the hidden salt circle, and placed the heavy chandelier crystal directly in front of Veda’s raw stone. The moment the cut glass touched the wood, the ambient magic in the room snapped into alignment. The milky light from Veda's stone hit the facets of the chandelier crystal, refracting outward and casting sharp, fragmented green and white shadows across the walls of the study. The trap was fully armed. The cage was set. The projector was primed.