Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

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.

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.'

After Rex’s crate was opened and he accepted his gift, the servants proceeded to open the remaining crates, revealing the gifts inside, Lizzetta was holding a thin green wooden staff, which she lifted it up, emitting a bright re light into the sky, Grugil lifted out two short double bladed axes, each one seemed have the cutting edge covered in something that seemed extra shiny, Rex could not make out what it was, some sort of crystal he surmised, Grugil seemed elated, holding one in each hand, spinning them around quite skilfully, Ruguh lifted out a two handed mace, on the heavy end sported a dragons head, Rex doubted just by looking at the sheer size of the mace, he would not be even able t

Zelda kept her hand outstretched. “But if I snatch your storage bag, then everything in there… is mine to plunder.” She smiled like a rogue. “You… you are incorrigible…” The man scowled, “how are you worthy of being master’s most favourite disciple?” There was no change in Zelda’s expression, she kept her hand outstretched and demanded, “Alright, then give me 6 beads and a fist full of finely crushed mugwort and clear quartz.” “Go away…” The old man pushed Zelda and jumped a few steps back, “go away… don’t think of robbing this old man.”

Rex asked, shocked by the two completely white pupils the man had. “Blinded by the monthly assault on the capitol,” Smarluuten said, “He was struck by a spell one of the warlocks on the godking’s forces used on the wall guardians, completely burning his sight.” “That’s terrible,” Venya said, getting intrigued by the conversation, so she had come over, a purple drink in one hand, her face paling at hearing what had happened to the man.

Seeing all kind of people surround what seems to be my body, I got dumfounded, not because of dying like that but because I’m capable of thinking despite being dead, moreover I’m still sitting in my seat in this surprisingly cheerful interrogation room, so why my body is over there, and why I become some kind of dark red smoking entity, my hand is some kind of foggy blood red hand with black long sharp claws, wait a minute, why those people surrounded by all kind of colors, “pink, yellow, orange, blue, white”,‘Those rainbow smokes are coming from those guys, can it be what it called Aura’. I thought while looking at myself.

They all looked at him intrigued and Glen immediately explained to them what was in all these containers that were on the shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling, "During all the conflicts, when there is a gathering of mages, they all reunited and decided to make a common stock on certain magic herbs that are essential to create magic pills to heal the wounded, whether it is for external or internal wounds, to fight against poisons, to heal the meridians that allow us to use our energies…

The Boneseeker Man’s eight legs looked like giant spiked tentacles. Olivia’s mind went blank when she watched the Boneseeker Man wrap its massive slimy claws around the steel bars on the leveler’s door. Olivia could feel death waiting to come inside the leveler. A wrenching noise echoed through the mystical darkness in the tunnel. The wrenching noise sounded like steel twisting and bending. Lukas lost his breath when he saw what the Boneseeker Man was doing to the leveler’s steel door.

I look warily at the mug before my gaze flickers to his face and inevitably darts towards the scar. “It’s tea made with medicinal herbs. It will help ease any ache or pain,” he explains. I blink to reorient my thoughts before I take the offered mug and cradle it in my palms and stare at the syrupy brown liquid. He sits down at a small low-backed moss green lounge chair that was oddly kept at the opposite end of the bed with a small coffee table in front. Even though my insides churn at the first bitter sip, I manage to not hurl it out. I peer at him from above the rip of the white ceramic mug. In the dappled sunlight, he looks even more translucent as if he is a fairy and not a dragon.