Mugman X Chalice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The black lines faded and my chest unlocked enough to drag in a breath. The chalice slipped from my hand, clattering across the floor. The dark liquid spilled out, spreading everywhere making everyone in the hall freeze. No heir had ever survived Ronan’s chalice. Not even Markus who was said to be the strongest Alpha heir of all time. None. And yet I was still standing. The Elders muttered sharply as they exchanged worried glances. Ronan’s face twisted, his knuckles white on his staff. For the first time, he didn’t look smug, he looked shaken.

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.”

Raised a golden chalice. "Friends, allies, and rivals." His voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Tonight, we celebrate the strength of the pack. There have been... rumors. Misunderstandings regarding the management of our resources. To those who felt slighted by our recent transitions, I offer my sincerest..." Massive doors at the far end didn't just open. They were blown apart by a surge of violet and silver mana. The apology died in the Alpha's throat.

he said, his voice distorted but clear. The scarred mage stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on the tortoise symbol etched into my palm. “Interesting,” she murmured. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Her expression gave nothing away. “It means you have much to explain. But that’s for later.” She turned to the others. “She’s clean. Let her through.” “What about Blooby?” I asked, clutching the small mechanical knight to my chest. The mage’s gaze softened, if only slightly. “He can come—for now.”

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.

Going up to the second floor is the living area, with a small living room, a meeting room, a kitchen, a storeroom, a dining area, sanitary facilities, and a dormitory for apprentices. The water used in the Mage Tower is drawn directly from the Water Elemental Realm, and the supply will automatically stop when the reservoir is full. The kitchen uses a magic array for cooking, which can be understood as a modern gas stove, except that it can only be used by at least one mage apprentice. The storeroom also has a magic array, which can theoretically keep food looking the same even after ten years, as long as the energy source is constant, but cannot preserve living things.

"We know you're good with maps." "I try my best," Jason said dryly, and we followed them to a large room filled with books, paintings, and artifacts. "here." a monk said, leading us to a table. He brought out two parchments. On one he drew out a map, and on the other, he drew what I supposed was the relic we were to go after. It looked like a chalice. "This is the cup the hollow king drank from on the night he did the spell that rebounded. His own magic was used against him." the monk said and handed the map to Jason, and handed the parchment with the chalice to kylie.

These mortal fools might not survive his energy, but I was an elven sorceress. Shane mistook my shock for fear and reached for my hand. "Do you understand now why we have to leave? Come with me, Cher!" "Get away from me!" I slapped his hand aside. "I don't remember anything from the past, and I don't care. I also can't stand looking at you. You're making me sick!" Shane stared at me in disbelief. "What are you talking about? Everyone knows I'm the most handsome guy around here! Everyone with eyes, at least!"

*FLASHBACK END* 'I, Clare Jane Daunter, am the true queen of Magna. I vow that death is forbidden for me, until I don't avenge the innocent people that have died. I won't sit still till the blood of those bastards is spilled and known as a warning to all the others. I vow that I will make their living like hell, until they don't pay the price of what they have done.'