Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

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.

“It won’t hurt her, will it? I mean, is it not the kind of spell that would require a sacrifice?” Serena laughed. “Oh this is sweet. You’re just too sweet like your father. But what you’re talking about is dark magic. The Chalice is made out of pure light magic that it is only granted to royal tamers. They have pure souls, that is why familiars like Custard are born when they come to this world.” “I think you must have mistaken pure for naivety.” Ace commented. “Hey! This is my moment. Stop embarrassing me.” I glared at him before turning back to Serena. “So what do I have to do?” I asked.

"This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?" Bang! A heavy silver chalice slams flat against the wooden board with a massive, roaring force, causing the dark berry juice to explode over the edges and splash across the table skins. Tavon and Magnus instantly shut their jaws, their inner wolves jumping at the sudden, violent sound. When their eyes snap toward the head of the bench, the Supreme King's face looks completely dark, rigid, and serious. Magnus shoots a wide-eyed glare straight at Tavon's nose, his pupils screaming, What did your stupid mouth just wake up?

Mabel kept wiping her brow with the sleeve of her dress, her fingers fidgeting nervously at her sides. And then we heard footsteps coming towards us. “Where is that useless girl?” “Mabel! What’s keeping you?” The Elders were near. Very near. My pulse quickened. Perfect. This was the right time. Without wasting a second, I snatched the chalice from the omega's hands. She gasped in surprise, but before she could react, I lifted it high—and let it crash to the stone floor. CRASH! The silver cup shattered into sharp, glinting pieces. Wine spilled like blood across the vault floor.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

Mudbrew states. Troy grabs the chalice and places the rim to his lips, drinking the liquid and sighing from the burning sensation traveling down his throat. Lutas sees the hesitation in his throat and facial structure. “You are handling your wine well, eh?” Troy looks at the elf and shakes his head. “Shut up.” He says in a playing, friendly manner. Both laugh and begin to fill their plates with food and begin eating. By the table with the educators are doors that lead back to the outside hall and to the next level. Both entryways are located on the far left and far right on each end of the table. The left of these doors opens which forces Vlad to turn his head in the direction of whom is com

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