Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

The first, finding out Nico, my childhood crush, was my mate. “Ms. Cavanaugh?” Elder Kenneth cleared his throat. “Mrs. Dumas.” Nico growled at him. “My apologies. Mrs. Dumas, if you will.” he held out his hand toward a table near the front of the stage. With Nico’s help, I walked over to the table with Elder Kenneth. On the table was a crystal blue chalice, and a silver knife. The designs on the chalice were an intricate white pattern with the pack crest on it, while the knife was just a regular silver with an extremely sharp blade.

Indicating they have to fight them if they want to reach their last relic. Smirking at their staggered reaction, Huzefa extended his hand out to those giant beasts, enunciating, “Beyond this point is our last ungodly chalice.”

Added a third. Dusk's face hardened. "You may have a point,” Dusk said thoughtfully. “The drinker of the water was one of their own after all. “But my Lord, no one can manipulate the Moon Pool.” Feng said quietly. Even so,” Dusk declared, “the Chalice will never leave Vampirehaven.” “No they won’t. The Chalice stays here.” Dusk said firmly. “Lords, we have all seen Ferrivor, and have seen it can’t be defeated. Won’t it be wise to work with the other kingdoms and preform this ritual and be rid of it forever?” Feng suggested.

"A public execution creates a martyr, Nikolai. A public failure creates a laughingstock. Now Watch." I reached out, my long, elegant fingers wrapping firmly around the cold stem of the silver chalice. The moment my skin contacted the metal, the silver signet ring turned white-hot. Inside my mind, my giant shadow wolf let out a deep, vibrant growl of absolute dominance. “They think we are still in their cage,” she hissed, her voice layered with an ancient, dark magic. “Show them that the darkness cannot be poisoned.” I lifted the chalice, raising it slightly toward the high stage in a silent, mocking toast directly to Lady Tanya.

Even Morgana’s witch powers could be useful in boosting the spell to help in its success. “I think you are right.” I tell her after some time has passed. “So how does it work?” Morgana positions herself at the head of the altar, setting another silk sheet in the center, this one in the color black. She picks up the chalice from earlier, motioning with her hand for her familiar to return to the chalice. I watch as the snake slithers up her body, and down her arm until it reattaches itself to the chalice once again.

A dark purple pill floated between his fingers. "What's this?" Chase frowned. "This is a Soul Devouring Pill. It's used to consume souls, nurturing and strengthening your own. Take it—it will temporarily boost your cultivation level." Chase took a deep breath. "Thank you." He carefully placed the pill into a vial and tucked it away. "My bag was lost, but this pill might come in handy," Chase muttered to himself. "I also have another gift for you," he added. With a wave of his hand, he retrieved an ancient bronze dagger from his storage bag and handed it to the cloaked man.

Tonight, he'd drink death from his own chalice. I slipped back during the elevation, my habit whispering against the stone floor. No one noticed; the sisters droned their responses, eyes down. The sacristy door creaked soft behind me. There it was—the chalice, gleaming silver on the side table, wine already poured deep red like blood. My fingers trembled as I uncorked the tiny vial from my sleeve. Star-poison, distilled from comet tails, burned my nostrils even sealed. One drop, and his insides would melt, cosmic fire eating him from within.

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

Zelda found herself once again immersed in the realm of her recurring dream. The werewolves, the long tunics, and the enigmatic chalice were all there, hauntingly familiar. However, this time, a new element emerged—a mysterious woman, her presence enigmatic and captivating. The woman stood before Zelda, her eyes brimming with an ethereal allure. In her outstretched hands, she presented the chalice, as if beckoning Zelda towards an unknown destiny. A mixture of curiosity and trepidation flooded Zelda's being as she contemplated the woman's offering.

she uttered. “Yes! And I also have another job; to find out where the real chalice is kept. I know that today they will be displaying a replica. No one knows where the original one is. Its location has been hidden with the help of a spell. But we will find it, once we get hold of the key.” The Cold monster laughed once again. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Suddenly all the lights in both the service hall and the inauguration hall went off, making all the security cameras go blank. At the exact moment, the door to the inauguration hall burst open and Kai and Skin walked in.