Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

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.

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

POV: Red The bathing chamber made my chest tight. Not from fear. From beauty. From the sheer, brutal contrast between this room and every cold shower I'd endured since my arrest. The copper tub sat on clawed feet like some kind of predator, polished until it gleamed warm and alive against marble tiles shot through with veins of actual gold. Real gold. The kind of detail that whispered money so old it didn't need to shout.

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.

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

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

"Are we exchanging questions now?" Calix nodded. "If you like." "Okay, then." Kat braced her chin on her palms. She'd been waiting for this. "What's in the goblet? And what's that liquid you keep with you?" "This?" He carefully extracted the vial and raised it to her eye level. When she tried to get it, he retracted it with a frown. "Do not touch it. It is the extract of the nightshade berries we grow in the Underworld, which are more potent than the ones in the mortal world. The goblet contains a potion. When taken with the extract, the soul would regrow a mortal shell, a body more sensitive but more resistant than the last, designed to take and feel punishment."

Golden raven statues perched at each corner, adding an air of mystique to the already majestic ambiance. One of the pixies cleared their throat, though I couldn't discern which one. My gaze finally settled on the figure seated at the head of the long table, draped with luxurious red and golden swirls. His eyes bore into mine, golden brown with long lashes fluttering as he blinked. He must be the lord of this grandeur. Adorned in a black coat intricately detailed in red, he exuded an aura of authority. A golden goblet paused mid-air in his hand, likely halted by my entrance. His slim, elegant fingers adorned with gleaming rings added to his imposing presence.