Mugman X Chalice Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

I winced at the grip Xavier had on me, which I'm sure was going to leave a bruise. "Let go of her," Clause orders, his dominating aura standing boldly and unhinged as he speaks. "You're in my territory, so if I'm right, I should be the one making rules here." "She's a Mickleson, and I wouldn't be anywhere near here if it weren't for her now." I had it with them finally getting the courage to speak up, "That enough!" I pulled away, sparing Clause a disappointing look before walking to the elevator. What is it with Mickelson and getting in every single step I try to make?

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.

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!

Again, Vlad smiled then turned back to Micage, his smile fell off as he stretched the chalice of blood towards him. " Drink it," Micage was hesitant at first but eventually complied. He took the chalice, looking down at the content in it before gulping it down. Immediately after the chalice was collected from him, Micage lost consciousness. His mother's wailing voice and the curses from each vampire was the last thing he heard. **** " Be quiet!" The voice was thunderous, earning a trembling little cry from the victim. " I told you Mark that it was a wrong idea to bring her along,"

“No. That’s a lot simpler than I thought it was going to be.” “Let’s get started then. Mona, Honey, will you please grab the ceremonial dagger and chalice. We might as well have a bit of a show.” Mona walked up to stand beside Shane, handed him the dagger and placed the chalice on the counter in front of him. I flinched as I watched Shane drag the dagger across the palm of his hand. We may have rapid healing but we still feel pain and I’ve cut my hand before, it hurts. He squeezed his hand into a fist and held it over the chalice until there was the amount of blood that he thought was required, then he nodded at me. I took a deep breath.