Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

Envy said. "You're undoubtedly right," I said, smiling. Knowing Ryden, she overdid it and was snoring away somewhere in the trees. "Your assistance would be greatly appreciated." We moved toward the table where I'd last seen my friend. As I came closer, a silver decanter appeared along with a goblet. "You must be thirsty," Envy said. "Why don't you have a drink?" "I am." I poured the liquid that looked like blood into the goblet and drank until it was gone.

Then when he throws it to the ground a few feet away from him, the blood-like substance left his body and flows straight to the direction where the storage ring was thrown Seeing as how the blood-like substance left his body as quick as that, Jace and the rest of his friends heaved a sigh of relief all at the same time. But they soon realized what was wrong. Their eyes all went on big circles and their jaw almost dropped on the ground when they finally recall what was on Jace's storage ring. It is the ancient Goblet!!!!! The Goblet that they should not allow to be opened by any means! But before they could even do something about it, Jace's storage exploded and all its contents shoot out fro

It comprised popsicle sticks that had been glued together to form a star, and I had decorated it with glitter and foil confetti shapes. “Put it back,” Mom commanded, pointing her finger at the sparkly piece of that. I tossed it back in, rolling my eyes. “Hoarder.” Mom’s eyes bulged. “Be careful, Ruby, I’ve packed that up. Your great-grandmother’s owl ornaments are in there, so don’t — touch!” She swatted me away. “What’s this?” I asked, putting down my mug to pick up a decorative silver knife. I slid the blade from the plastic guard, feeling the weight of it. “This is heavy, is it solid silver?”

Scenes of past battles—wolves mid-snarl, warriors in armor, bloodied swords clashing—danced in silver thread. Twin hearths roared on either side, bathing the room in a golden glow that made the jeweled goblets and polished bronze plates glint like treasure. Long tables groaned under the weight of food: roast boar with crackling skin, platters of forest berries, pies that oozed golden custard when sliced, entire wheels of cheese, and breads so soft they sighed when torn. Goblets overflowed with wine, honey mead, and something fizzy that turned my tongue purple.

As he spoke the thin red figure from the corner approached, its clawed hands carefully holding a goblet; its small wings tightly tucked into their body and their face always cast downwards, the black strands of hair neatly tucked back into a braid. "I see. That is indeed an issue." Pyro watched as the Aeshma carefully dropped to one knee and held out the goblet to his partner. "Any idea how we can remedy this, Sonneillon?" Sonneillon took the goblet and hissed for the lesser demon to flee, which it promptly did. After taking a small sip of the deep crimson drink, undoubtedly blood, he returned his attention back to Pyro, "Not a clue" Pyro tsked and walked to the other side of the room toward

It’s my anchor piece. My current Grimoire, a leather-bound spell book of my travels and rituals that I’m filling up, engraved with a matching pentagram for protection, from those who would take it, is laid near the front, closest to me. A bowl of rock salt for purification, a shallow rustic wooden bowl of soil for earth, for the elements of nature. The wind in the form of the breeze from the open window before me and now blowing the flickering flames gently. The goblet, pure silver, and tall, marked with the triple moon symbol is filled with water to dignify all of the oceans and rivers of the world, yet also as a weapon against a vast number of immortals. My own personal pendant is last to

Thrystan remarked with a smirk, his voice teasingly low. Glancing at the rich, red liquid in the goblet, I sighed and set it down, feeling the warmth of the wine coursing through me. Across the table, Kyle was deep in conversation with Jagger— a dark skinned hottie most Blessed girls from Reedridge can't stop talking about— their voices melded with the hum of the room. Meanwhile, a newcomer caught my eye as she gracefully took her place, her vibrant red gown adorned with black blooms drawing attention. Her ginger hair was impeccably styled, framing her face with a bold air of confidence.

No grand displays of wealth, no soft velvets or ornate decorations. A soft crimson glow emanated through the darkness from somewhere unseen. As the only light, it stained the furniture, as if everything were bathed in blood. High-backed chairs twisted with elaborate ironwork like thrones of shadow and bone. Dark upholstery drank in the dim glow, obscuring its true colors. A small table at the heart of the room reflected the light in sickly streaks. Upon it sat a single goblet, its silver rim dulled with age. The liquid inside gleamed, too viscous to be wine.

I saw a gold coin—something ordinary humans or shifters had no access to—but I doubted Adessa would ever consider money or gold a treasure. But what if it wasn’t her who chose these treasures? But still, I ignored it and swam past it. I also chanced upon a bronze goblet. It took me a while to decide whether it was something related to what we used for breakfast. It certainly looked like the cup we shared earlier, but I was sure this task was prepared even before breakfast, so I swam past it as well. I went to the surface to breathe before diving back in, and after a while, I finally saw one—a big ruby gemstone. I couldn’t deny the excitement that brewed within me until a turtle appeared out