Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

The hot liquid going down her throat making her gulp it down as if it had been the thickest syrup ever made. She gets up, and that being most chairs are wide apart, she slowly walks and hands it to Emma who does the same,standing to her feet to speak her wish on the new alliance. Bringing the chalice forward and taking a sip from it. "To an unbreakable bondage, to last us an infinite of centuries to come." A loud clash is heard just outside of the doors leading to the dining hall where they are gathered, startling Emma and causing her to drop the chalice with the rest of the liquid inside just as Candace was sitting back down after she had placed it in her hands.

The morrigan’s eyes flashed. “Ok.” I guessed I didn’t have much of a choice, so, one hand still on Stella’s head, I raised the chalice to my lips. Clear liquid swirls in the cup, reflecting the light of the blood moon above. At least it wasn’t blood. As I tipped the glass back red swilled in the liquid. I handed the chalice back to the Morrigan who held it out to Stella. Stella lapped at the liquid for a moment and then looked up at me. When our eyes locked, the world spun.

"The third iteration of the formula is the perfect condition to slowly poison the citizens with Death Shade. Chalice will be its name. I am now moving to the first phase of our plan. We have shipped Chalice across the Kingdom, and it's a matter of time till the other village and town ask for my help. The Chief's report was correct; these outskirts are filled with exiled nobles. I will easily sway them to join our cause. The second phase is doing well as planned. The strongest of those infected nobles that manage to pull off my assassination will become my 26 generals. The weaker ones will be relegated to guardsmen. Soon I send my generals and hire some bandits to sell the cure to the infecte

It was only a step for the Lunas who were previously from other packs, like myself. Finally, I turned to face the crowd, and Xavier stood behind me. I took a deep breath as a chalice was brought in front of me, a Xavier took a golden dagger with the hilt studded with rubies and obsidian gemstones. I brought my open palm on top of the chalice, and Xavier cut through it, letting the blood flow into the chalice.

Then the lead envoy produces the chalice. It is carried in a cloth-wrapped bundle that two of the secondary envoys hold between them, the care of the carrying suggesting weight or fragility or both. When the cloth is unwrapped, the object inside it is a cup, deep red metal that Lucian does not recognize as any alloy currently worked in either Drevalon or Thornhaven, the surface covered in markings that carry the same symbolic density as the Lycan temple's murals and share approximately none of their specific content.

'Wise choice', Xanwed remarks, 'He might yet live longer than he has'. He blows out air and holds out his hand, then he flips it in one sudden movement, and a chalice appears in his hand. He repeats the same motion with the other hand and produces another cup filled with wine as well. Blue and orange dust sail around both hands as he hands me a cup and it's hard to rein in my surprise. 'A little trick I've learned of late, if it awes you. The elves did have good magic after all. Combined with the genn, however….' He smiles weakly, and holds up a shaking hand to drink.

Meanwhile, on one of the closed rooms inside the Everything Emporium, Professor De Belen was confiding to Madam Xing everything that she had learned so far about Professor Sonny's recent activities. Including his possession of the ancient chalice that most likely has a trapped lady inside it. Whom they highly suspected to be the long lost young mistress of the Mystic Muses But aside from Madam Xing, there was also another familiar figure that was present in the room apart from Professor De Belen.

With a solemn nod from me, the ritual began. Delilah held the chalice, a magnificent vessel carved with intricate designs. It had been sitting in the Council's vaults alongside the crown jewels. The chalice embodied the Monarchy's history and strength through a thousand years of history, now becoming a symbol of the future. One by one, the warriors stepped forward, their determination evident in their expressions. As they took the silver-bladed dagger offered, they sliced their palms, allowing droplets of their blood to fall into the chalice. The mingling scents of iron and earth filled the air, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices they were willing to make for their pack.

Vials followed on a side cart: wolfsbane serum to dull her resistance without killing, silver dust to sprinkle for barriers against interruptions, a lock of her hair stolen weeks ago by a scout, braided with red thread to forge the initial link, which I knotted around the chalice stem, the golden cup engraved with theft sigils. Frustration mounted, my chest tightening as I tested the chains, yanking them taut, the metal singing under strain, envisioning her struggles amplifying the transfer's potency. I crushed more moonflower in a mortar, the pestle thudding rhythmically, petals yielding their oily nectar that stained my fingers purple, dripping into the chalice where it swirled like living

"Sorry." "Don't apologize," he reassured. Lowena couldn't help but smile. Her eyes dropped to see what he was holding within his grasp. This chalice was black—no design, just black. "You're not going to offer me some?" I teased him while pointing to the chalice. The young man looked down at his cup and took a sip before slowly walking over to her. "You'd take a drink from someone you don't know?" he asked while walking around her. "Everyone else is because of this gathering for me," she sighed.