Rasputin Jar Novels & Stories

“My Beta and Gamma.” Caspian disappears from view but a few minutes later, he returns, cradling two massive glass jars under each arm. Inside each jar is a head floating in some kind of murky liquid. He puts the jars in front of the gate and rises. ”Julian,” he says, pointing to a jar on the left, “and Gerald.” He points to the jar on the right. "Meet the future queen of Azuria." I don’t say anything. What can I say?

I look into it, removing the lid off and giving it a sniff. It was putent, having an absolutely rank smell…like rotten fruit on a hot summer’s day. Uninvited, I move myself closer into her kitchen, my eyes scanning the jars before me. Curiosity completely taking over me to the point I almost forget where I am. “It’s a poison, what did you use?” “A small amount of wolfsbane.” “Oh great, sure let me down that quickly then.” Kit blurts out, my lips forming into a smirk yet her eyes watch him narrowly.

Sebastien confirmed. “Well, shit. This is getting better and better.” Ryden shook and scratched his head, unable to believe what we were dealing with here. “And it’s worse, guys. He was supposed to use keep it as his collection.” “Is it a jar or vase?” “It looks like a Chinese— Yeah, yeah. It’s a red, maroon vase with symbols in it. I can draw it down later. The jar tipped off during transport, according to him because he didn’t trust the cargo. So it broke down.”

Their loud conversations as they brought in coolers for my organs. But most importantly, the glass jars. Lining the walls of the underground laboratory were long glass jars. Each jar had a pup suspended in liquid… but not normal dead pups. They looked like a failed experiment. The pups were mangled, like they had been tortured before death. Most of them a cross between a wolf and a child. Alpha Tristan swore hotly, his eyes flashing amber as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the most emotion I had ever seen him show.

Keeping low in a squat, she dragged herself ahead inside the room full of dark brown cupboards situated in a section separated by a thick green curtain. The cupboards had transparent glass doors. There were glass jars and vials arranged on the shelves, and each of them were labeled. Violet read the labels while rifling through different cupboards before stopping at a specific one. "Found it!" She felt a surge of happiness as she stared at a dark green bocksbeutel bottle labeled: Sun dust.

He didn’t glance up as I approached, but I could hear the deliberate scrape of glass and the rustle of cloth as he arranged something carefully on the tabletop. When I reached him, I froze. Jars. Dozens of them, arranged with unsettling precision, as if they were sacred relics rather than evidence of something far darker. They sat in perfect rows on the metal shelves, cold and sterile under the dim glow of the hanging light. Each jar contained a dense tuft of silvery-white fur, suspended in a clear, viscous solution that glinted faintly when I stepped closer. The colour was way too familiar. Recognition struck me like a physical blow, knocking the air from my chest. My breath caught, shallow

"The cork's in tight." Cassandra twisted the glass stopper of her own bottle. "Mine, too. Vacuum packed." "Everyone put the bottles back," Vasilisa said. "Now find only the ones that content colored objects. They are minerals. Bring them all to me." "Good idea," Ruslan said.

Here's to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life. ✾ The place behind the counter looked very much like it really belongs to Verdant. There were various shelves full of jars that had different colored liquids inside. Some had roots, leaves, as well as some things that I didn’t bother identifying. For some reason, my wolf had told me it was better that I didn’t know. There were barrels on either side of the counter, their spigot dripping a sticky brown liquid whose stench made me crinkle my nose. Furrowing my brows, I tried leaning over the counter, checking if there was something that I could at least give Auster, maybe even some water.

Sharon had not actually looked at it closely, but now that he mentioned it, she noticed that the furnishing behind her was indeed a European jar with a jewel embedded in it. She carefully took the jar and inspected it. “This is probably a ruby.” “It’s such a big ruby! Is it real?” Sebastian’s eyes brightened. Since when did he become so materialistic? Sharon shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s real or not either.” “Mommy, you’ve gone so far this time, so you should bring me and Rue a present when you come back. I think this jeweled jar is not bad.” This kid really had his eye on the jar.

“Martin? Justin?” Jenny sighed and then mumbled something. “Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t hear what you said.” “It’s short for Rasputin.” Not one of the names on my list. “You’re joking.” Jenny shrugged. “Parents. He’s a bit sensitive about it, so don’t say anything, alright?” “Sure. I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.” “He’s not a bad guy. He’s a bit full of himself, but you can count on him when things get rough.”