Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

But these robes were far more intricate and far more expensive. Perhaps the most intriguing thing about their uniforms were the pendants they wore. Necklaces made of bronze, in the shape of the letter L. In the center of each was a large, red ruby. I had never seen real jewels before, but I was certain by the way the stone glistened that they were authentic. Red as roses and deep as a pool of blood. The right-hand-man glanced at Lucas and smiled, a vicious crescent carved into his face. “Long time no see, dear brother. What shit have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Yolanda says, handing me a cup. “Hmm…” I say. My fingers, adorned with rings of sapphire and ruby, delicately grasps the crystal goblet filled with deep, ruby-red grape wine. I bring the goblet to my lips and I take a slow, deliberate sip. The complex flavours of the wine—rich with notes of dark cherry, plum, and a hint of oak—unfurled on my palate. “Are you worried about her? You should have just picked her then.” Yolanda says but I don’t raise my eyes from the goblet.

Garlands of roses and jasmine wound around carved pillars, their fragrance mingling with the faint glow of enchanted lanterns suspended above. The bed itself was a masterpiece, carved from ivory wood. The coverlets were woven from starlit silk, soft as whispers, dyed in hues of crimson and gold to reflect devotion and triumph. At its foot lay a basin of rosewater, a tradition of blessing, its surface rippling with faint magical light. Crystal goblets rested on a nearby table, filled with wine that shimmered faintly under the lantern glow. Beside them, a bowl of riverfruit gleamed, a gift from Demarions people, now hers, meant to symbolize endurance and sweetness in marriage.

she asked in amazement. Harry gasped at this. "Precisely," replied the vampire on the other end of the line. On the other side of the world, Elder Augustine watched the dwarves, who had come to visit Japan, laugh at the large, sphere-shaped elven portal. The sphere gave off a soft blue glow as elven symbols swirled around it. Usually, the green runes of the witches would also have turned into a harmonious circle. But the presence of the dwarves negated any trace of magic.

She wore robes that might once have been white but had turned gray with age and accumulated ice crystals. And around her, arranged in a perfect circle, were twelve crystal goblets filled with liquid of various colors. "A prophet," Mom said quietly. "I've heard of them. People who've spent so long near the Maw that they can see the probability streams. They go mad, but their madness gives them sight."

"During the Renaissance, Italian ladies would drop the sap into their eyes. It dilated their pupils, making them look wide, beautiful, and completely striking. They called it *bella donna*. The beautiful lady." "They also used it to slip into the wine of husbands they wanted to get rid of," Dante noted, stepping a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes locking onto her pale fingers. "Two berries are enough to kill a child. A leaf is enough to stop a grown man's heart." "Exactly," Isabella whispered, her voice laced with a chillingly poetic reverence. She picked up a marble pestle and began to crush the black berries. *Grind. Grind. Grind.* A thick, dark violet juice pooled at the bottom of the

“Where is it?” Smirking, he steps around the armchair and picks up the glass jar I’m sure contained cotton balls at one point. Strands of gold and silver light swirl inside the jar, intertwining, caressing, wrapping themselves around each other. “I’ve never seen it like this,” I say. “Not even mine. It’s usually blue and red. Sometimes black. But never gold and silver. Agatha’s right. This is…potent, more powerful than anything I’ve ever managed to produce.”

Various bizarre symbols began forming, an attempt by the boy to recreate the riddle from the beginning before forgetting anything that could be proven crucial for finding the solution. Colors and gems, as well as a name I have never heard before. How are they correlated between them? Scarlet and red are maybe connected with the rubies and bloodstones? And perhaps the color teal is considered to have some relation with the aquamarine and the emerald. Then, what about Mithril and orange? No, Mithril's color is silver; I am missing something for sure. There is also that man named Kale Eleguards remaining. I have to, at least for now, make sure not to forget his name...

Of course, I didn’t have the privilege of seeing what sort of creature they had hunted down but I heard it was a very large boar. I don’t even understand why something such as that needed a celebration but I guess that’s what being royalty gets you. I maneuvered my way through the rowdiness, serving food and taking orders for more drinks and more food—these people never seem to eat enough especially during occasions like this. I approached a rowdy bunch at the corner when I felt eyes watching me. Turning, I catch the leering eyes of the rogue king on his throne. He held a gold goblet embedded with red ruby stones in his left hand.

Lycarus whispered to my ears, blowing the sensitive skin to my neck, I nod. He smiles devilishly as he grab a golden goblet and gave it to me, "You just have to drink this to have what you desired." I look at the liquid that's in the goblet, it's golden in color, not the red one that's Xian's pertaining, I let out a deep sigh, this may not be that bad. Bringing the goblet to my lips, drinking the liquid, an awful like copper taste filled my taste buds as it flows down my body and I fall to my knees and jolt of pain shoot to my stomach up to my throat.