Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

she turns and runs out of the room. I walk over to my chalice and drop the blood from my claws into it then pour some all knowing serum into it, a white light smoke rises from the chalice and we watch like a vision as a scene comes to life, a woman is fleeing, she’s dressed in black with her face covered and keeps looking back as she goes.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

“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.”

"The spell we need to perform cannot be delayed. The Lycgers will not relent, and neither shall we." Malta nodded, stealing one more kiss from his lover before setting him down. Both Malta and Floridia watched eagerly as the man reached into his bag, retrieving a glass jar with a Rogue-shaped cover. Inside the jar, a white liquid shimmered and glowed faintly, resembling water in its consistency.

“Laura? Are you all right?” I´m unable to respond to Lucas. I just stare into his eyes, scared as hell about what is happening to me. It feels different from when I was gaining my powers. My whole body feels numb but at the same time it feels like electricity is flowing through me and is about to rip me apart. Then I hear Lucas scream in fear. “Laura!” The End. Or not? Sequel: >Citadel. Dungeons. Night< “I have brought you what you asked for.” Seven produces a silver chalice from within the folds of her robes. It is stained with blood. “The chalice bears the blood of the First Wolf. I obtained it during the failed ritual for the child-wolf.”

Being a woman, I should be loathing everything about her, but I found myself leaning in another direction. Fuck. I grabbed the chalice on the table filled with my favorite wine straight from Hest, the realm of magical creatures. The grapes in their kingdom were the best, and it was known far and wide. Trying to contain the woman's thoughts from taking over my control, my grip of the chalice tightened and consequently, it dented. From my embedded fingers there replaced a gaping hole. The wine immediately seeped out of it. I cursed under my breath and sent the destroyed chalice flying over the oval table and hitting the wall.

“Can’t you just have someone make you your own everlasting flagon?” Mydera sent me a cheeky smile. “Sounds that simple, doesn’t it?” Then she glared. “And we prefer to be called mages, dear, not gypsies.” Then she held up a finger and turned away from us so she could stroll around the campsite. “But it just so happens that the only man to figure out how to perfect the everlasting flagon incantation and enchantment died before sharing his specialty with anyone else. So…” She shrugged. “They’re extremely rare. Your mother must’ve been very important to get her hands on one.”

I quickly mindlink Colton “the dark mages are in the alley way beside the arcade sos” Chases eyes now change pitch black it’s clear as day he is under the spell of the mages I keep my eye on the mages while I reach into my pocket and pull out one of the spare black tourmalines I just so happen to be carrying how convenient. I keep my focus on the enemy and side step chase as I do I slip the Crystal into his hands I can see his robotic demeanour relax and know the Crystal has done it’s thing. As I’m weighing up my options and plan of attack my backup comes running up behind me and the dark mages retreat back into the shadows. We chase after them but come up empty they are gone poof gone no wh

Moonlight streamed through the stained glass, illuminating the crystal chalice that had been in my family for five hundred years. The bonding blood inside had turned black from waiting too long. This ridiculous chalice had witnessed my foolishness thirty-three times. “My lady?” Heidi watched me with worry. I didn’t answer. The hard crystal shattered in my hand. Blood dripped from my palm, staining the floor red. I knew this century-long bond had to be shattered with it. I drew out another artifact—an older, blood-sealed communing stone—and found the one contact I hadn’t touched in a century. “The night after tomorrow. Come take me home.”

He reached out, brushing his fingers against her hand, grounding her in the moment. Killian stepped forward, his silvered hair glinting under the moonlight. Though he was no longer Alpha, his presence still commanded respect. He held an ornate chalice filled with sacred elixir, an ancient blend of herbs, blood, and magic meant to forge the connection between Luna and pack.