Amulet Emily Novels & Stories

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

“For twenty-eight years…” August nodded. “The Dominion believed emotional attachments created weakness.” “So they raised her.” Elena smiled without warmth. “And they did an excellent job.” ⸻ Below the Hall, Amelia still stood beside the Mirror of Keepers. The wooden box Miriam had entrusted to her felt surprisingly light. “What is it?” Miriam smiled. “The last gift of the First Guardian.” “What’s inside?” “That’s for you to discover.” Amelia carefully broke the blue wax seal. Inside rested… A folded sheet of paper.

Hah, what the hell is she thinking? "Be safe, Sylphysis." Kumaway ako sa kanya upang magpaalam. Tumalikod na ako at nagsimulang maglakad ngunit hindi pa man nakakalayo ay tumakbo siya palapit sa akin. Hinila niya ang kaliwang kamay ko at inilapag sa palad ko ang emerald amulet. It was the amulet given to me by the inn keeper. "This will protect you," she said.

Wait, another one…another amulet. “Sienna’s amulet was in the house too,” I began thinking silently while moving around the room. “I had placed the amulet Phoenix found in Emiliano’s room in Anabel’s jewelry box. Oh, my God! It was Sienna’s amulet? What?” I exclaimed to myself, surprised. Just then, the door creaked open. Sienna stood at the door, staring between me and Phoenix. She had her mouth gapped like a fish. I folded my arms behind me, trying to hide the amulet. I wore a smile like an acting clown.

Luna and Amelia took a moment to catch their breath, their eyes quickly scanning the chamber for any signs of danger. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. Amelia stepped forward, her gaze fixated on a pedestal located at the center of the chamber. It held an ornate, silver amulet, pulsating with a faint glow. She approached it cautiously, her hands trembling with a combination of curiosity and trepidation. "Luna," Amelia whispered, her voice filled with reverence, "I think this amulet holds the key to unlocking the true power of the Moonstone."

As I approached, a figure emerged from the shadows—a towering guardian with eyes like molten gold. "I am Eryndor, Guardian of the Relic," the figure intoned, his voice resonating through the clearing. "Who dares to possess the Amulet of Fenrir?" I stepped forward, my heart pounding. "I am Emily Hawthorne, and I seek to use the amulet to protect Silverwood Falls and its people." Eryndor's gaze bore into me, his expression inscrutable. "To wield the power of the amulet, you must prove your worth. Face your deepest fears and confront the shadows within your soul. Only then will you be deemed worthy."

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.

I say with a teasy voice. “You can be as greedy as you want. My card is unlimited.” He winks at me and I can’t help but laugh. “That’s so cringe,” I mutter, covering my mouth with my palm as I laugh. The amulet is brought to our table and Alaric gifts it to me. With this amulet, I can have access to any place. That’s what most people don’t know. Mother’s books has been helpful to me these days. I should read more of them and collect the items she wrote about in her books. It’s sad she isn’t alive to witness them manifest to life.

unremarkable, especially compared to the other glittering treasures. Emilia notices my gaze. “Ah, the family ring,” she says, picking it up and inspecting it with a wistful smile. “Or rather, the fake one.” “Fake?” I repeat, curiosity piqued. She nods. “The real one is too precious. Her Majesty insisted on having it nearby, but we couldn’t risk it getting damaged. So, I had this replica made. It’s good enough to fool her.” Emilia chuckles lightly, but there’s a sadness in her eyes. “The real ring, well, it has its own history. There’s an old tale that it glows when worn by someone who’s met their true love.”

Even with that, Emery got everyone’s eyes on her as she faced the emperor who was still standing right before his throne. She then fumbled around her waist, looking for something until she felt the circular shape on her side. She fished it out as a smile was drawn on her lips. The silver ring that had an emery gem on it may not be an expensive one, however, it symbolized Emery’s heart. She held it in between her fingers before kneeling on one knee and outstretching her hand towards the emperor. “Your Imperial Highness!” she called, her voice ringing out in the stadium. “Take this heart of mine and spend the rest of your life as my husband!”