Novel & Cerita Agatha Harkness Necklace

She disappeared into the back and returned moments later with a deep red jewelry box, placing it carefully in front of me. “It is a red garnet necklace. The only one of its kind,” she explained, smiling as I opened it. The dark crimson pendant caught my eye immediately. I reached out, tracing it lightly with my finger. “Thank you.” “The pleasure is mine,” she said with a polite smile before stepping away. Maurice leaned in, studying it. “It’s beautiful.” I closed the box slowly, my fingers still resting on the edge. For a second, I saw it against Rhea’s throat—how the garnet would catch the sun.

Without waiting for me to call her back, she ran out of my office. A smile tugged on my lower lips as I watched her. Benita certainly was like a kid. .... I spent most of the day designing a new necklace. Mama Kaka had a special necklace she always wore. She said it was passed down to her mother from her grandmother, who got it from her mother. Though I couldn't recall much about the designs on it, I wanted to recreate it for the new unveiling. A knock sounded on my door an hour after lunch, and Dashiell walked in. He smiled when I lifted my gaze towards the door. “Good afternoon,” he greeted as he hurried over to my side, smiling. “How are you feeling?”

The possibilities whirled in my head, speeding by like a blur. Hugo reached into his pocket and extended his hand toward me, revealing a necklace adorned with silver pendants that I recognized immediately. “Hey, Anastasia, I apologize.” His voice trembled as he held out the necklace, and I took it from him with trembling hands, wary of the potential sting of the metal.

And indeed, his instincts guided him correctly. With a precise touch, he pressed a secret mechanism, and the box opened, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside, a gold necklace with a familiar pendant gleamed elegantly, its design identical to the one Oliver and Gantz had found in Hanna's destroyed house. "Gantz!" Oliver called, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Look at this!" Gantz approached, his eyes widening at the sight of the necklace. "The same necklace?" he asked, incredulous. "Yes!" he confirmed, a smile forming on his lips. "It's a family heirloom, without a doubt."

A glint of metal near the last cell, the one that had housed the dark-furred wolf. I knelt down, my pulse quickening. There, half-hidden in a shadowed crevice between the stone floor and the wall, was a necklace. I picked it up. It was a simple, elegant chain. And dangling from it was a pendant: a dark, almost black, crescent moon carved from a stone that seemed to swallow the dim light. It was the exact same necklace I had seen around Jessica’s neck just yesterday in the gym. My blood ran cold. I held it up for Kaelia to see. Her eyes widened, her professional composure cracking for a split second into pure shock.

I quickly touched their arms and shook my head slightly, signaling them not to act rashly. The way I endured Harken's arrogance seemed to make him more pleased with himself. The smile on his face widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. The necklace shimmered brilliantly under the glow of the bonfire. The blue gemstone dangling as the pendant was carved to perfection, and its facets shimmered with an enchanting priceless display. With a tone of superiority as if bestowing a favor, he said, "Today is your Awakening Ceremony, and I missed it because I was out hunting with my friends. This…"

Calla replied. Ethan examined all the pendants one by one and with each pendant, his eyes glowed brightly but not as brightly as it glowed when he saw the pendant Calla was wearing. "Where did you get these Agatha?" Ethan asked the old lady. "My Master, I got them a hundred years ago from a broken fairy. She gave me these before she died. I was shocked that day when that little girl asked me to give her these. Never in a hundred years, anyone had asked me for these pendants." Agatha replied.

she pointed at Kaizen with a smirk. Kaizen rolled his eyes while the others giggled. “We only need to see what's on your back.” “How did you know what's on my back?” She questioned suspiciously but she didn't wait for them to respond as she turned her back to them and swiftly pulled her shirt off her head. “It's weird, right; it wasn't there before. I think it's because of the lake. I tried to find it but Reyna said it's for special people and I'm that big of a bitch to be special.”

The drawer stands open, and within it rests a soft black pouch, gently pulsing with a faint, steady glow—like the beat of a heart. Celestia approaches and carefully unfolds the pouch. Inside lies a necklace with a fine silver chain. Its pendant is shaped like a crescent moon, glowing with a deep, ocean-blue hue, threaded with glimmers of silver light. Ancient. Alive. Humming with raw, contained power. Her eyes narrow. It was left out too easily. No protection. No wards. No concealment. As if someone wanted it to be found. Still, she doesn’t dwell on the thought. Her fingers reach forward—and pause.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.