Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

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.

“The Chalice would have shattered under your oil.” Marius glared. “Maybe next time.” Malthea stepped forward. “You will never betray again.” She pressed a rune-shard to his forehead. Marius screamed as the mark seared him—a vow of silence he would never break. VI. The Chalice’s Promise Back at the altar, Seraphina lifted the Chalice of Pure Light. “We drink from this, the final bond.” Bain poured a drop of Aragorn’s saliva—holy by virtue of his birth—into the Chalice. The liquid shimmered like sunrise.

Elena's face twisted, her anger barely contained. Nicolas moved to a position behind me as Adrian neared with the chalice. His proximity set my supernatural pulse racing; an acknowledgment of sorts between two creatures pretending to be something they weren't. I raised the chalice, the blood within calling to my changed essence. Nicolas's hand closed over mine, steadying my grip. Our eyes met in the obsidian's reflection – Santa Muerte's skeletal visage stared back, her hollow eyes fixing me with grim warning. It was movement that caught my eye again-Elena surging forward, the silver letter opener concealed in her hand. The seconds ticked; all that remained was for a choice to be made: uncov

How could she slap me in front of so many people? Galvan rushed over to protect Tracy. "Marisa, you can't do this to her! Apologize! Apologize now!" 'This is unforgivable,' Galvan seethed. I looked at his enraged face and suddenly smiled. "Apologize?" I walked to the coffee table, picked up the Patek Philippe watch I had given him. "You think I should apologize?" Crack. I stomped on the half-million-dollar watch, and its intricate watch parts scattered across the floor.

The bond between us was growing stronger, the energy pulsing through me and into the sigils, into the very fabric of this creation. “Calista,” I said sharply, my voice cutting through the hum of magic. “The chalice.” Without hesitation, Calista rose, her movements fluid as she retrieved the ancient chalice from the altar. It gleamed in the flickering light, its surface etched with symbols that glowed faintly. She held it out to me, her hands steady despite the power vibrating through the room.

Hansel joked. “It’s exquisite; breath taking,” Roxi remarked. Roxi was looking at the file photo of The Chalice of Warlock. Olivia nodded. The chalice was carved out of Sapphire. It was set with beautiful gem stones in a variety of colours and there was an assortment of inscription all over the piece. Olivia wondered if years and years of being buried away had diminished its spark. “Our best bet would be to try and find out the missing links in the history of the Chalice. The has been missing for a long time,” Hansel said. “We have to figure out who was in possession of the Chalice

" I said to them. After I said the answer, we felt nauseous in the area. I approached Victor and grabbed his clothes. A few moments later, we saw the big rock gradually split. Soon, we found what we were looking for in it. It is a chalice made of gold. There are also engraved symbols on it, and on its handle is a snake design. We all looked at each other. Victor approached the chalice of Sierra and touched it. He looked at us first before he took the chalice of Sierra. When he got it, he smiled and showed it to us. "The first magical item is already with us. We only have three to look for!" said Victor to us.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

One by one all 26 pieces were offered up and placed in the chalice. Next each elder used their magic to cleanse the stones. Then Nana used her magic, causing the chalice to levitate. Dad used his magic to add water to the chalice and mom added the sacred ingredients. The elder with fire magic heated the chalice and the elder with water magic stirred the contents of the chalice. Once the brewing was finished the elder with air magic lifted the contents out of the chalice and into the air. By this time I couldn’t see who was doing what with all the elders waving their hands as they all started chanting something in Latin that I didn't understand. There was a high pitched sound followed by a fl

Causes the liquid to darkens and smell so good, the scent whiffed down our nose. I can hear groans and moans of people around me as they too can smell the irresistible scent. The mage came towards us and waved to an assistant of his. A young boy wearing a robe came forward and offer a tray of two silver chalice. The mage took the cup and scoop it into the goblet, lifting two cups with thick liquid dripping from the inside. The smell heightens and I was tempted to grab the cup from his hands roughly but, the mage raised the cup higher and smile.