Amulet Fanart Novels & Stories

I stopped in my tracks immediately, turning back to see her carrying something. “Keep this." She said, pushing it forward with her seemingly ever-present mysterious smile.As she revealed it I gasped. It was a beautiful metallic amulet that shone a greenish grey. At its center was a red ruby. Despite it's simplicity it was more beautiful than all the other jewelry I had ever worn. “It is an amulet for testing the presence of bad intentions in anything, living or object. It is also very good looking as you can see." She mustered up a small smile.

“Max and Julian have a pendant with their parents’ pictures in it. I think their children should have too. The pendant can be both a reminder and an encouragement.” "Some kind of talisman?" Adam tilted his head. "Yeah, some kind of lucky charm," Amber said with sparkling eyes. "So, what do you think?" Adam spontaneously furrowed the eyebrows, pretending to rack his brain. When the expression on the woman's face turned worried, only then did he give her a smile. “It's a very good idea, Precious, and this sketch looks perfect.” "Are you serious?" Amber's enthusiasm peaked again. The man nodded with a more sincere smile. "Don't forget to make one for Our Jewel."

I asked confused He only smiled again at me and brought out an old chest... He opened it and I saw the most beautiful purple amulet... I mean that would cost a fortune... "I want you to have this with the book... It'll come in handy" he said handing it over with a smile "No... I can't take that... It looks like it would cost a fortune... You should sell it and live comfortablely... You're not exactly as fit as you think you are" I said but Jonathan bursted into a loud laughter... It was almost scary

"Why are you giving me such an expensive present?" Bryce smiled lightly and looked into her eyes. "You restore ancient paintings. It's inevitable that you'll come into contact with things from ancient tombs, so it's good to have a protective amulet. "Come. Let me put it on for you." He picked up the amulet and put it around her neck. His fingers gathered her hair together and brushed against her neck. The touch felt cool, and it made Holly's skin prickle. Her heart jolted.

he instructed the guards who manned the door. Fidelis was placed on the table before him. He was already getting cold. Everyone in the room, including Damon, believed he stood no chance of coming out alive. But Damon was determined to prove himself wrong. In a whirlwind of desperation and determination, his gaze fell upon an ancient amulet, said to possess mystical powers. It was hanging on the wall close to where Fidelis was laid. Drawing from the remnants of their pack's fading magic, he channeled the energy into the lifeless body of Fidelis. Through some unfathomable connection, the amulet responded, breathing life back into Fidelis, his eyes fluttering open with a gasp.

And I’m not going to let that be for nothing. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my phone. The screen lights up the room for a moment as I scroll through my contacts. There are a few people who specialize in this kind of thing. Artifacts. Bloodlines. Old magic that’s gone quiet in most circles. I tap out a message to one of them, attaching a photo I’d snapped earlier of the amulet. Need info. Fast. No questions. Just answers. I pause, then add: It’s for her.

“An amulet. Alpha Galen ordered it for you.” I frowned, my fingers hovering over the box before I opened it. Inside, nestled in soft fabric, was a single stud earring, it was stunning, small, yet intricate, with an eerie silver-blue glow. The gem in the center looked almost alive, shifting subtly like liquid moonlight. “A fashion statement?” I guessed sarcastically, though something about it unsettled me. “An amulet,” Damien corrected. “Alpha Galen ordered it for you.” “For me?” I asked, confused. “Why would the Alpha—?”

“The price for interfering with fate is steep.” Amelia exhaled, her breath a cloud in the chill air. She loosened the pouch, revealing the treasures she’d brought. “A moonstone amulet,” she said, holding it up so it caught the faint light. “Vials of enchanted essence. Rare and powerful.” Morgana inspected them, her expression still unreadable. Then, she shook her head, a smile curling her lips. “These trinkets are insufficient.” Amelia’s heart sank. “But they’re all I have. I thought—”

If it can be saved, I will see to it. Madison smirked and signaled her bodyguard. He stepped forward and dropped a tattered, dirt-stained leather bag onto the velvet cloth. When Avery opened the bag, the air left her lungs. Her fingers began to shake uncontrollably. It was the Amulet of the Bound Heart—the very first gift she had ever crafted for Hudson. It wasn't just metal; she had infused it with her own wolf's essence as a vow of loyalty. Now, it was a mangled wreck. The silver was twisted into agonizing shapes, dirt and gravel ground into the filigree. It had been crushed under a heavy, armored boot—repeatedly.

Amelia whispered, her voice filled with reverence, "I think this amulet holds the key to unlocking the true power of the Moonstone." Luna's eyes widened with anticipation. She had heard tales of an ancient talisman that, when combined with the Moonstone, could unleash incredible abilities. It was said to grant the wearer control over their werewolf transformations, allowing them to harness their powers at will. "Amelia, if this amulet can provide us with control, it could change everything for our kind," Luna murmured, her voice filled with hope. "But we need to be cautious. Power can corrupt if wielded unwisely."