Ruby Red Goblets Novels & Stories

he commands, pulling a cross out of his cloak. It's not just an ordinary cross, it's a freaking masterpiece that looks like it could be from the Middle Ages. It's at least fifteen inches long and the surface is beautifully carved in brilliant gold with ruby red stones set on each end. They're the most spectacular sparkling red I've ever seen. If I didn't know any better I'd swear it was yanked straight off of King Arthur's tomb or at least the Smithsonian.

Naomi stared at the waiter’s leaving back and his words still ring in her mind. She stared at the goblet in her hand, there was a reddish liquid inside and it was think and not watery like regular wine. It had a peculiar smell as well and smelt nothing like grapes. She frowned, bringing the goblet to her nose to have a sniff and when she did, she almost retched and instantly covered her nose with her hand, staring at the goblet in her hand in wonder and disbelief. If she didn’t know better, she would say that the wine smells like…blood.

Aleister smirked, throwing the knife up and catching it by the blade without even looking. "Anyways, you can take whatever you want for yourself except for my scythes and help me with bringing some of the guns back up as well as a few swords and spears. We're going to need to up our game if we don't want to end up dismangled so chop-chop." Ruby said changing the subject and grabbing a vibrantly red-colored large case from the wall among the other scythes. "What's that?" Aleister asked as he watched Ruby flip the locks and open the case taking out an odd-looking gun colored bright crimson and black.

After they arrived beside Zhi, Altair and Adir shifted where they were standing to allow the two knights to go up on the rostrum with Zhi and place the goblet there. Zhi walked closer to the golden goblet, Altair and Adir were amazed by the very large and shiny shape there. "For descendants who have incomparable wealth, it is very appropriate for them to have this object," said Adir. They both know that it is atrophy Honesteco which means "Honesty". There is only one cup in the whole world and it was made by someone holy long before the kingdom of Rhodes was formed. King Raul knew very well where the cup came from and how it chose a place for them to live. Legend has it that the normal sized

Simon Walsh gazed at the transparent hologram of the old artefact revolving in the air, his deep and dark eyes glistering in deep contemplation. This was going to be the next treasure in his collection. He could finally tell where the crown came from: Byzantine, and once belonged to a concubine who lived in the early 400. The last three red rubies dangling between two white pearl strands were carefully wrapped in platinum chains, making a dazzling decoration, just like any royalty jewels.

"He is hurt!" "Search her supplies," the guard said. The second guard pulled out a dagger and cut open the large sack of white flour Martha used for bread. The powder spilled onto the floor like falling snow. And then, falling out of the middle of the flour sack, hitting the stone with a loud, heavy sound, was a solid silver goblet covered in red jewels. The kitchen went completely silent. Martha stared at the goblet, her face turning pale. "No," she whispered, her hands shaking. "No, I didn’t… I swear, I have never seen that before!"

Gabe's mother asked, noticing my fascination with the unique table setting. "It's beautiful," I replied, still studying the shimmering crystals. "I've never seen glass like this before." I reached for a pitcher of white wine, the light refracting through it like a prism, and poured myself some wine. "It's not glass," she corrected with a hint of pride. "It's compressed crystals. They're abundant in the southern islands." "Really? We have plenty of green and red gems, but blue is rare where I come from." I turned the glass in my hand, suddenly wondering if it was made from the same type of crystals that Gabe had told us they ingested for strength.

“It was destined to occur. I couldn’t continue loving Byron’s poems as a young, impressionable girl forever. More’s the pity, thought Julian. He gave up his position near the door and walked right by her to get to the table. He poured two drinks from the amber bottle that was sitting next to them after blowing the dust from a pair of mismatched goblets. His long, graceful fingers were caressing the goblet’s bowl as he extended one to her. She took it and held it up to her nose, warily glancing at him as she inhaled the ruby-red liquid.

Well, scratch that, I knew I wasn't. "This is…" Jévon picked up a faceted crystal goblet reminiscent of those old-school Tiffany's perfumes from the '30s. An amber liquid too thick to be scotch swirled in its depths, almost metallic in its sheen. "Do you have any idea what this even is?" "No, why? Should I?" It came out sharper than I'd meant to, bitterness creeping up and replacing any charm I'd mustered.

Aesthelia replied with her sweetest smile. "It really costs silver!" Ven said, with a high tone. He almost jumped from his seat. Aesthelia shook her head and said, in her coldest voice, "I don't like being lied to." "I wasn't," Ven firmly stated, which made Aesthelia think twice. Goblins weren't familiar with humans anyway. So how did they obtain these stones and come up with the price? ' Aesthelia asked herself. "A man with red eyes offered us this business."