Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

The surrounding women leaned in subtly, their curiosity piqued. The moment the lid lifted, a sharp intake of breath came from one of the women nearby. My smile deepened. Slowly, carefully, Collette lifted the necklace from its velvet cradle. It was a masterpiece. It was a beautiful necklace crafted in white gold, set with an array of deep red rubies—each stone flawless, cut to catch the light in a way that made the red seem alive, like captured embers. The central ruby was larger than the rest, a rare stone that alone cost millions.

"There will be strong contenders, then. After all, it is a unique item, which is rare even among ancient pack artifacts." In the VIP section, Caroline gently nudged Aaron's arm. "Remember, your mother wanted you to bid on that ceremonial goblet set." Aaron barely acknowledged her, his golden eyes fixed on his phone screen rather than the auction. Caroline frowned slightly, sensing his distraction. Glancing down, she caught a glimpse of what held his attention—photos of two children, their features strangely familiar. Something about the children's golden and violet eyes nagged at her, but before she could study them further, Aaron noticed her peeking.

Aurelius asked with concern filled in his eyes as he helped her sit up. “Exhausted, but I have to complete the transition.” She managed to get on her feet and trudge to where he kept her magic stuff. A wooden cupboard that had a wooden box atop was adjacent to the couch, she opened her palms and her eyes flashed and the box unlocked. Glimmering gold rings were inside it, she smirked before she opened the cupboard which was attached to the wall of the cave, pulling out a golden goblet that was filled with blood. She smirked as she showed it to them. They caught a glance of the compelling liquid and they smiled. The goblet glowed as Cataleya's eyes flashed red. She passed it to Aurelius and he

Six-foot ancient jars made of precious gems preserving the ashes of their ancestors are glamorously aligned to each other. The numerous servants in gothic styled-black long dresses with pale faces and black lips are holding golden trays with crystal plates and fine goblet glasses. Each dish has freshly cut liver and heart embroidered with savory spices topped with scrumptious herbs from their garden. Goblet glasses with freshly squeezed red juices from flavorful fruits of divine mortals are magnificently revitalizing to the immortals. Members of the clan get their fair share and are satisfyingly full leaving a bright evil smile on their cold-blooded faces with every bite of the special dish

Moonlight seeped through the high windows of the fortress chamber, spilling pale light across the long banquet table. Silver plates gleamed, untouched. A row of jeweled goblets stood like soldiers awaiting orders, each filled with deep red wine. The air itself was heavy—sweet, spiced, and dangerous.

I watch carefully as the silver domes are removed from the trays, revealinging to each courtier a single cup filled to the brim with red liquid. Is it…is it wine? Or some kind of liquid desert? “Oh, everything as a point,” Gabriel sighs, sitting back in his chair as the servants come to our table last, delivering three trays with those same red drinks. “What on earth is this?” the Crown Prince murmurs, leaning forward to sniff at it. “Try it, it’s delicious,” Gabriel says with a satisfied smile. “Everyone should have a sip of such ambrosia before they die.” The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass.

Isabel’s POV “Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer began, drawing out the suspense, “this exquisite ruby necklace dates back to the early 19th century. Crafted by a master jeweler, its deep red stones symbolize both passion and power.” His gaze swept over the crowd as he continued. “These rubies are some of the finest you’ll ever see—untouched, unblemished, and set in a custom-designed gold frame. A true collector’s piece.”

The suitors bowed deeply, aware that this audience was a precursor to the final trial, yet uncertain of what awaited them. The Empress offered a gracious smile, and with a subtle motion of her hand, Cedric stepped forward, carrying a silver tray upon which rested two ornate goblets. The liquid inside was a deep crimson, swirling gently within the finely crafted vessels. The aroma that wafted from them was rich and intoxicating, a scent that spoke of aged wine, luxurious and rare.

‎“That I am to keep you alive long enough to break my son’s heart in the best possible way.” ‎I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. ‎An hour later, Lyriel leads me to the great dining hall. ‎The table is obscene ,black glass long enough for thirty, set for three. Crystal goblets, silver that glows faintly, platters already steaming with food I have no names for: glowing fruits, meat that shimmers like opal, bread dark as midnight and light as cloud. ‎I thought I would eat alone. ‎I was wrong.

This man…couldn't understand the process of mourning. Not to mention I was perturbed of what the marketplace was like after the invasion. Yet, I let him be as he took two golden goblets and placed them on the table. "I told you that I don't drink." "Well, why won't you experience finer pleasures aside from lovemaking? This is one of them, Luna." He pushed the goblet closer as he poured the red wine. I grimaced when he continued teasing me like this. "It would be better if I brought sugar cubes but I consumed all of my mana to teleport now."