Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

' the man named Murgine, shouted inside his mind. Murgine, an ambitious man from Choi clan. He planned of winning the paintball game using dirty tactics. If he won the game, he planned of asking the hand of the beautiful Almond to achieve his greed. But he failed. However, when he coincidentally saw the lady in the bar, he thought it's the fate the brought them together.

Jace yelled. Valerie's stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. Jace stood up, his hand emerging from a slit in the side of Valerie's mattress, a slit she hadn't made. Between his fingers, the Moonstone Chalice gleamed, its silver surface catching the flashlight's glare, the large moonstone at its center pulsing with a faint, mocking light. No, Valerie whispered, her voice failing. No, no, no. I didn't put that there. I've never even seen the inside of the vault!

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.” Relief flooded through me as the gleaming surface of the Border parted, allowing us entry.

“The seven runes on the wall that absorb lunar energy, the thirteen ancient sigils that amplify blood magic, and the base, quenched in your sacred blood, that instantly resonates with my soul. Replicate all of it. For her.” I understood. He wanted me to dissect our past. To take the very soul of our bond, and gift-wrap it for another woman. This was a hundred times crueler than purifying my familiar. “Alaina?” Elsie came over, her voice sweet and innocent. “Can you help me? I’ve always wanted a chalice engraved with mine and Cedric’s initials. Isn’t that the most romantic token of eternity?” I looked at her innocent smile, at Cedric’s unyielding gaze.

The night I was born, there was a full moon. The Luna of the Crescent Rise bundle was my mom, Claire. She is my father, the Alpha's amazing mate, a powerful and gorgeous warrior. My parents have chosen to try again for another child, but my mother has already blessed him and the pack with my sister Stella. Stella had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright gold hair, blue eyes brighter than any other in the pack. She showed great interest in school and had good grades as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

Though she hadn't been gifted to us by the Moon Goddess, as far as he was concerned she might as well have been. He scanned over all the items she had on shelves and in glass cases, and I could feel the pride he held for his mate as he admired her collection of occult artifacts. I knew he was looking for the object that was emitting the incredibly dark energy that had forced him to come forward, but he stopped as a golden chalice caught his eye. It was weird watching him look through my eyes, but I noticed that it wasn't just the chalice that had caught his eye, but rather a whole collection of items that were encased in glass.

Hardening it between my palms until it turned almost metallic. Magus went down the line and shoved tall, thin stakes in the ground. Then ordered. “Cut them.” I gave him a pleading look. “Cut them!” He barked in uncharacteristic roughness. Sounding more like Hawk. Something is wrong. “Now!” He roared. His gaze locked on me. Nothing like the laughing Magus I know. I blinked at Magus in shock and swung my light sword toward the stake but as always it flickered as it reached the wood and sputtered out. Blooming back to life on the other side of the stake.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

To always protect them and stand by the Alphas side. When the speech was done, I felt a little weight being lifted from my shoulders, but it wasn't over. As the pack started cheering and clapping their hands, the silver chalice was brought up by James, his fingers burning as he held it. I wrapped my own hand around it and it started drawing my blood. As I looked in to the chalice, I saw mine and James blood circling on the bottom, emerging into one. The chalice was drawing outour blood and we were meant to drink it. My head started spinning, the chalice was moving in waves and as if on cue, my brain gave up on me. All nosies disappeared and my vision was gone completely. Whatever was happeni

She held the shiny object in one hand, dripping the blood in the shiny object all while looking at Pete with murderous eyes. She had mind linked me earlier, telling me that she needed the golden chalice. Luckily, we hadn't ventured far and in our goddess given forms we ran and got what she had asked. 'I must say I hoped you would put up a fight, but this is fine by...' 'Acha moto uwashe kizuizi. Moto kutoka kwa mababu zangu. Acha moto uwashe kizuizi.' She lifted the chalice up, chanting. With every word, her voice arose and so did her tone.+