Novelas y relatos de Ruby Red Goblets

"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

“Moreover, it seems very new and modern when you look at its color, but this is because Goryeo is rich in pearls. Hence, they crushed some pearls and mixed the powder in it to give it a iridescent glazing effect.” “If you don’t believe in me, you can send this for the carbon element identification. It’s not difficult to identify its age and composition.” Although his voice was low, he said it bluntly. Everyone was confused, except for Shane, Rosalie Naiswell, Charles, and Luis Zarate. No one knew what Harvey was talking about. Goryeo? Princess Cassandra? Were they related? ‘I did not study much. Don’t you fool me!’ At this time, Shane smiled and said, “Well, Charles, Harvey did not talk nons

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.

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.

She could hear the ring of his silver rings against the dark wood. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow and steady, like a countdown she couldn’t stop. “Come in!” Immediately, the heavy doors creaked open. A maiden entered, her hair tied back in a messy bun, and her hands steady as she carried a wooden tray with three goblets sitting on it. They weren’t just cups—Kaerith recognised the design. They were carved from dark oak, they were the kind reserved for ceremonial wine. Another maiden followed. She stepped to Kaerith’s side and lifted the plate in front of her, taking away the food Kaerith hadn’t touched yet.

(Siena's POV) The delicate ceremonial goblet slips from my trembling fingers, and I barely catch it before it shatters, much like my heart once did in this very place. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I clutch the intricately engraved silver chalice, my chest aching fiercely. Each item I pack carries echoes, memories humming beneath my skin like ghosts I've long tried to silence. This goblet was a gift from my warriors, presented proudly after I led them safely through our first major negotiation. Holding it now, I remember their faces—loyal, trusting, proud.

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.