Amulet Emily Novels & Stories

Heat raced to my cheeks as the three caught a glimpse at my ratty, second-hand bra, but that’s not what they were interested in. “See!” She sneered at Chloe and Gemma, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I told you she wasn’t wearing it.” Gemma popped out her hip and grinned, “Guess it’s our lucky day.” I clenched my fists, both of which were hidden beneath my long sleeves. The amulet Sterling had gifted me was wrapped tightly around my wrist, not that they needed to know. In fact, this whole thing hinged on them not knowing.

I nod her on. She opens up her palm, where Emily’s engagement ring sits. It’s the ring Emily’s father insisted I use to propose, a great, gawdy emerald that Emily hated, but pretended to love because it was an important family heirloom. She was buried instead with her Luna ring, a ring we had designed specifically to her taste. “Sit,” Selene instructs, nodding behind me. I find the comfy armchair she’s indicated and settle into it. When she approaches, I fear that this is another test of some sort and that she’s going to crawl into my lap.

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society

Elira glanced back out at the horizon. She didn’t know what she would become either. But for once, the idea excited her. --- That evening, Lucien summoned her to the war room again. But this time, the table was cleared of maps and battle plans. In their place sat a small chest, made of black wood inlaid with silver filigree. “What’s this?” she asked. Lucien opened it to reveal an amulet. A pale blue stone set in iron, pulsing faintly with light.

Jeremy, carefully placing Amy on the ground and not looking into her eyes filled with tears, quietly said: “You know, I assumed everything about you, but I could not even imagine that you would turn out to be a true she-wolf from the Ruling Southern Clan, the same girl that I told you about. It's just incredible, Emilia, - he breathed, looking at the girl from the height of his rather big stature, and noticed how her shoulders shuddered at the mention of this name. "Don't call me that," she whispered softly. Her voice trembled, and a single tear rolled from her eyes. - I don't want to be what your brother made me, I don't want to, Jer.

Alphaeus explained. “Shit!” Cara cursed as she realized something that her mind had been overlooking for all this time. “What is it?” Adrian asked. “The amulet,” Cara exclaimed and she immediately turned and entered the room. The three men also followed her into the room. “Amelia, where is the amulet Arthur gave you?” Cara asked. Amelia looked down at her neck to show the amulet to them but she was beyond shocked when she saw that she was no longer wearing the amulet.

Her 'room' was a stone cell meant for curing meat, devoid of the thermal runes that warmed the rest of the house. She collapsed onto her thin cot, her body a map of bruises from Tyler’s boots and her mother’s hand. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her torn tunic. The Watcher: The moon is high, Princess. Did you find the gift? Emily stared at the screen. Her fingers, cracked from the Silver-Run frost, trembled. Emily: Who is this? How did you get into the storage vaults at the Academy? The Watcher: I go where the light doesn't reach. Drink the chocolate before the frost takes it. It’s spiked with honey-root for the pain.

"What is Chamber Zero?" Neither of them answered. Instead... Both stared at the open passage. Emily noticed something strange. The silver pendant hanging around her neck had begun glowing faintly. She touched it. It felt warm. Almost... Alive. The glow became brighter. Then it pulled gently against her fingers. As though guiding her somewhere. Emily took one cautious step toward the corridor. Alexander immediately caught her wrist. "Emily." She looked at him. "The pendant..." "It's pulling me." Alexander looked down. Even he could see the strange blue light surrounding the necklace.

One was with Lucas, and the other was lying in the box of relics Emily had left for Serenity. Emily had handed the box to a close friend for safekeeping before her hospitalization. If Emily passed away, Serenity would get the things inside. Emily was just an old lady from a small town. The relics in the box were naturally nothing of value, just some jewelry from Serenity's late mother and Emily. Serenity's late mother had left some of her jewelry with Emily. Later, Emily had added some of her own and left it to Serenity. The silver bracelet seemed out of place in the pile of jewelry. Fortunately, Jackson was the first to get the bracelet. Serenity would overthink things if she found it. The

Amelia finally showed face, entering the room with a clipboard in hand. "Okay guys, so you have tomorrow free. Luciana needs to go to the generals and discuss- who died?" Amelia looked over the crowd and back towards me. Her eyes locked onto the pendant on the floor. She brushed it off. "You know Lucy don't want you to have your necklaces with you! Oh my word people, be a bit more professional!" She exclaimed and walked up to it, but Emory caught her arm. They were acting as if it was the plague. To me, maybe it was.