Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

he says. Silas picks up an old copper goblet with carvings of a crown guarded by a lycan and a wolf, surrounded by strange symbols. There is something that looks like a little piece of cloth inside the goblet. He drops in a lighted match and sets the cloth on fire. Then he hands Caspian a very old looking dagger that has carvings of strange symbols along the blade. The handle is embedded with a brilliant red ruby surrounded by gleaming emeralds.

"Anor." "Unwrap it," she coos, before hiding her face directly against the lapel of my shirt, her palms covering her eyes. I pull the silk ribbon away, and the custom box opens outward from the center like double doors, revealing an interior lined in deep crimson velvet curtain—a flawless, intentional reproduction of the curtains within the Red Room. Rested at its absolute center is a crystalline, multi-faceted bottle holding a deep dark, dense ruby liquid. "Look at me, baby." She shakes her head against my chest, her grip tightening around my shoulders.

Her eyes were ember. “What do you want?!I am in no mood for jokes! I am having a very bad day!” She snarled at him. Her fiery red eyes almost rendered him speechless. For the first time, Ice was at a loss for words.

He takes the luxurious goblet from my hand and replaces it with a glass of water. ______________ I liked this drink - I say, at the same time that I drink the water in one gulp just to clear my mind. He just shrugs. ______________ You will thank me later. _______________ Thank you - I amend in the most sarcastic way possible. His gaze is sweet, calm, like the from Nathan. _______________ I'm sorry for everything. _______________ Definitely feel, - I answer. _______________ Seriously, he says, leaning in close. We both sat side by side with the rest of the royal family at the head table.

… Alexander turned into the chatter, picking up bits of intel, and shot a glance at his companion. "Hey man, what's this bloodstone you're talking about? Mind filling us in?" "Yeah, I'm all ears!" Phoenix and Red Rose played their part, flashing smiles at the men behind them. The sight of the ladies melted any resistance, and the informed among the men were tripping over themselves to share. "It's called a Red Bloodstone, deep red all over, with a bit of blood sealed inside." "And it's in great shape, the blood's not even dry."

Leafing through the pages, I found the item I’d been eyeing: Lot 37 — a unique, hand-blown glass sculpture, gold-and-amber swirl, signed and rare. It wasn’t cheap, but it was beautiful. It would suit my home renovations perfectly. I glanced at Gabriel. He caught my eye and offered a small, encouraging nod. "You going for it?" he whispered. I offered a weak smile. "Maybe. If it doesn’t go too high." His eyes locked on mine. "I might just give you a hand. If you promise to never fall for Rowan’s charm again."

The ring that sat alone in the dark box was a beautiful sight. Almost otherworldly, like it had been snatched from a fairy’s grasp. A beautiful kite red Ruby gleamed in the center with smaller purple diamonds framing it, and other stones that seemed to change color whenever he moved it under the dim light.

Dishwashers accepted the bowls and cups, keeping the area clean as diners left. “Yellow arches, eat your heart out,” Rain murmured, her mouth watering. Before she could ask what they were serving, the stall on her left captured her attention. She gasped. A beautiful jacket of wine-red velvet was displayed on a wooden mannequin, complete with matching choker and earrings. Cropped, close-fitted at the bust to hug a woman’s body, it fastened with a gold clasp between the breasts. The sleeves were full and made of a sheer, burgundy fabric with ruby and diamond crystal cuffs. At least she assumed the stones were crystal; she wouldn’t dare display real stones like that in an open market. A black s

She could hear the ring of his silver rings against the dark wood. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow and steady, like a countdown she couldn’t stop. “Come in!” Immediately, the heavy doors creaked open. A maiden entered, her hair tied back in a messy bun, and her hands steady as she carried a wooden tray with three goblets sitting on it. They weren’t just cups—Kaerith recognised the design. They were carved from dark oak, they were the kind reserved for ceremonial wine. Another maiden followed. She stepped to Kaerith’s side and lifted the plate in front of her, taking away the food Kaerith hadn’t touched yet.

Her vision distorted. Not just fur—but jagged, frostbitten patterns rippled along her limbs. Her claws lengthened unnaturally, gnarled like bone. Her teeth—longer, sharper. Her face stayed mostly human, but her eyes glowed—not emerald, not wolfish—unnatural, Wendigo white, like twin moons glowing in the dark. She stumbled, hands braced against the ground, panting. Nathan slowed, watching her. His crimson gaze darkened with quiet awe.