Agatha Harkness Necklace Novels & Stories

Even though they looked happy and cheered happily, I could sense the glossiness in their voices even though they tried to mask it. What was wrong? What was happening that I don't know? I snapped out of my thoughts as Lady Kathy climbed down the podium and came to me with a new set of uniforms in her hand and the necklace. "Take this and put it on, General Alessia," she said and handed it over to me. I smiled and collected it from her, not without noticing something strong about the necklace. I felt a strange force emitting from the necklace. I didn't do it twice before wearing it because I believe the necklace was given to us to enhance our power and abilities.

Howard asked with a gentle smile. The moment he walked in, he spotted the jade necklace Anissa had on. It was the same one he had given her for her eighth birthday. The red cord was different, but the pendant was unforgettable to him. He had carved that sword-shaped piece from a single block of jade with his own hands. "What!?" Anissa gasped, her face painted with sheer astonishment. She trembled, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. She caught her breath and blurted, "You... You're Harlow!?"

“This is no ordinary ornament, Jaiyana. This necklace… carries a power, a responsibility. And I believe the time has come for it to rest with you.” Jaiyana’s eyes widened in disbelief as Padma released the clasp and, with a reverent delicacy, handed her the necklace. Jaiyana looked at the necklace with new eyes. The pendant gleamed with a light of its own, a soft, molten gold at its core that seemed to pulse with a hidden fire. Tiny flecks of crimson and emerald shimmered within it, as though fragments of sunlight and forest had been captured in crystalline form. The chain was delicate yet strong, woven with an artistry that whispered of centuries of careful guardianship.

She opened the white box, pulled out a necklace, and handed it to Arah. She inspected it—a thin chain with an unsettling silver pendant, intricate and heavy, resting in the palm of her hand. Her fingers brushed the cold metal, and a chill crawled up her spine. The pendant depicted a coiled figure of a woman with snakes for hair, their tiny heads frozen mid-strike. “This looks... interesting,” she whispered under her breath. The figure’s hollow eyes sent a prickle along her skin. It wasn’t just the pendant’s physical weight—it felt like it carried something darker, something alive.

“Um, in her file, there was a keepsake from her mother. I used to look at it. It was a necklace. It had a purple stone in it. But it wasn’t a normal stone. It glowed. It never stopped glowing.” “Glowed? Do you have the necklace?” I asked. “No, but I had looked it up, and it was something called Purple Atlantis…I think.” This got my attention. “Purple Atlantonite?” “Yeah. Yeah…that’s it.” She has that necklace with her. “You bought yourself some time,” I said. Then I looked at the guard. “Throw him in the basement and have someone come clean his mess.” Conrad looks at me. “Please, my kids are home.”

Then I ordered fried chicken and a cold soda, ignoring everything the doctor told me. James walked over, snatched the food, and threw it away. "You know you had a bad stomach. Why are you still eating this stuff?" He pulled a small box from his bag and handed it to me. "Got you something. It took a lot of effort." Inside was a bracelet. Rare. Expensive. Probably worth over 10 million dollars. He was not lying. This kind of piece was difficult to get. He must have pulled every string he had. If he had given it to me before we got married, I would have jumped into his arms.

Ramirez’s business partner, the other comes with his family friend. “Natalia are you OK?” Katherine whispers beside my ear while I’m secretly checking one of the girls. “You’ve been staring at that poor girl like a hawk. Is something wrong?” I panic and quickly make something up, “I was just looking at her diamond necklace. It’s pretty.” Katherine doesn’t seem to suspect a thing and says, “Good eye. It’s a sapphire high jewelry by Harry Winston. That girl’s got money.” I take a sip from my eggnog and taste nothing but bitterness in my mouth.

I wonder what I was expecting when she's barely been around in the life of the man she claims to love. "Once that flash arrives, I want you to be the one to pick it up. Gia and I would head straight for Atlanta after this meeting." "Then how would you know what's on the flash?" He cuts me a grin, the first I've seen since he arrived at my doorstep this afternoon. "You'll copy it here." He takes a necklace off his neck and hands it over. It looks like a small elephant tusk. My fingers dance around it a little and a small part of it pops off.

One last message, almost a whisper typed into the void: [I’ll be back tomorrow night. Come pick me up.] Still nothing. The smile faded. I snapped the phone and called my assistant. “Status on the auction?” “Alpha,” he said quickly, a hint of excitement in his voice, “the pearl necklace will appear tonight at Christie’s Relics Auction. We’ve confirmed—it’s the exact one Ann’s mother wore before she passed. The legend says it’s blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.” I felt the cold steel settle in my chest. “Arrange the car.”

, but of course he wasn’t here for me when my child’s remains had been lowered into the ground. Fucker. As the crowd thinned slightly, a familiar figure approached me. It was the pregnant girl from the day we found the bones—Tara, I remembered. Her baby bump was more pronounced now, straining against the fabric of her black dress. “Luna Agnes,” she said, approaching hesitantly. “I made something for you.” She held out a necklace—a polished white stone bound with twine, a single, tiny feather tied to the knot. It was pretty.