Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

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.

The expression on Jeffrey's face went rigid as the bailiff led him away. People in the gallery gradually left, but Rosalie and Natalie remained seated in the front row, motionless. Rosalie's eyes were red and swollen. I walked over and addressed Rosalie, "Mrs. Chapman." She looked up at me, opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. "About the 8,000 dollars for renovations," I said, taking a bank card from my pocket. "Jeffrey's accounts have been frozen. It's going to take time to recover the money. But you don't need to wait."

Vin groaned in pain. 'She's really strong!' Chloe thought, admiring her strength. However, she woke up from her daze when she felt the room was trembling and the walls were starting to crumble. Then she looked at the circular yellow light that surrounds her and touched it. The mana from the magical shield was different from the mana she sensed from the little girl. It was extremely strong. She felt relieved while at the same time feeling perplexed.

Emperor Khalil Zachary Ventimiglia. He was hailed as the youngest Great Archmage in history. Ever since he was a child, the potential that he had was already shown to the continent. Unfortunately, he took too much of the limelight that his twin sister, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia, hadn't got a chance to have any. The attention, care, and resources poured down to Khalil while his twin sister was thrown at the back. Because unlike him, Kristina had a below-average talent in magic and no affinity with sword energy. It was like the twins were made to be polar opposite with each other.

I’d wait until I had a chance to ask them. We walked down a long entryway with white and black marble tile on the floor and plenty of golden framed paintings on either side of us, each depicting a different scene from the history of mages and shifters, I supposed. The few that I recognized were only familiar to me because I used to read a lot of fairy tales. When I saw one of a woman wearing a red cloak, standing in the forest with a wolf at her side, I raised an eyebrow. “Ah, yes! A Nightingale,” Maggie said, stopping and folding her hands in front of her. “Isn’t it lovely?”

As the ceremonialist concluded his speech, the air seemed to ripple with a subtle magic, leaving a profound sense of anticipation and significance hanging in the garden. The ancient mage, with a graceful flourish, produced two ornate chalices — one for Liam and one for me. The vessels, crafted with intricate patterns reminiscent of celestial constellations, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. "As symbols of your unity, I present to you these chalices," the ceremonialist intoned, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "May they be vessels of shared joy and shared sorrows, binding you together as you tread the path of rulership hand in hand."

In fact, they may be completely human. The woman that had shouted turns toward the Clawhop and gives him a peck on the cheek. I’m relieved they helped us, but I do worry about what will happen once they discover I carry an amulet meant to give untold power. I look down at my chest to confirm it was still nicely tucked under my shirt before coming out of the ditch with Gecko clutching my hand.

Ruby mouthed shamefully. Geneva looked around, trying to check if someone was listening in their conversation but when she found no one particularly interested to eavesdrop, she turned back to her friend and leaned closer to speak in a hushed voice. "How is that possible? They sealed the chalices. Anyway what might his or her name be and class affinity? We need to figure something out because if one slips out it might allow the chalices to manifest and cause havoc." Geneva whispered frantically. "I don't think that he's involved in the Chalice War. Personally, he doesn't know anything about it because I think he's a demon I summoned or freed from the 13 Circles."

On top of the dragon's imposing head, a man was wearing a black cloak and a hood that looked more imposing than the kings of the magical world. "Ariet, are you satisfied now?" the deep voice from the blond man asked, the sharp eyes stare the hood man. The hood covered almost all faces, just could be seen the beautiful fox eyes with his gorgeous deep blue iris. The hooded man didn't say anything, just threw an item at the blond man, soon after he left with his dragon. The blond man had an incomparably unhappy look on his face; He grabbed the eternal life chalice or Saint Grail. The chalice was very simple, nothing too refined. Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man ha

Although his eyes and ears regarded her pain and the futility of her struggle in satisfaction at first, the wretched smile that was previously plastered across his thin lips soon began to diminish as he regarded her still dangling in front of him like a fish on a line. Close enough to her to bask in the light of the clock face, he gave another tug at the chain. Provoking another twitch of pain from her, the man fastened the length of chain that remained in his hand around a wooden support as he remarked coldly, “You little pawns can squirm all you want, but in the end you’ll all succumb to the Moon Gate.” No longer able to spare more words due to her discomfort, Chiri spat in his face. Hopin