Amulet Fanart Novels & Stories

I treated it like an egg, a fragile little thing and it really needed to be taken care of like that, since it was in my possession, after all. Sweeping my hair to the side, I put the amulet over my neck, hissing slightly as soon as it touched my chest. I have worn it a total of two times and I still didn't get used to the sudden spark it gave. It was a sharp sensation, a prickly one, like the amulet was trying to draw my soul to it, which it did. According to the book, the Amerlis amulet is a very powerful gem, imbued with the powers of the ancestral witches and gives the wearer unlimited power. It draws the soul to it as one, making the user's initial powers even more powerful when using it

“Aid... with a few conditions, of course.” Luna Anya smiled, sugar-sweet and venomous. “Like the Bloodmoon Amulet, for example. If they want help, they’ll give us access. It’s only fair. You know, in the spirit of… restoration.” Seth looked up sharply. “Wait—what amulet?” The air chilled for a beat. Luna Anya exchanged a knowing glance with Alpha Damien before waving it off with a laugh too airy to be innocent. “Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my little pup,” she said, walking over to gently brush a lock of hair from Seth’s forehead. “Just an old tale. A small trinket, really. One that glows with power and promises everything a pack like ours needs.”

We moved cautiously, aware that any misstep could be fatal. Finally, after what felt like hours of navigating the labyrinthine tunnels, we found it—a small chamber bathed in an eerie blue light. In the center, on a stone pedestal, rested the Amulet of Fenrir. I stepped forward, my heart pounding. The amulet seemed to pulse with a life of its own, resonating with the energy around it. As I reached out to take it, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a deafening roar echoed through the chamber. From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, a guardian of the amulet, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

she perked up wondering what it was. He then turned to me, as he opened a small box, he took out a beautiful amulet, This is worn by all Celestial Guardian members, He said as he put it around my neck. I felt a power surge when he put it on me. "These are crafted by the Moon Goddess herself," he said with a smile

she inquired, her voice carrying a blend of anticipation and eagerness. Valen's eyes twinkled as he began to unravel the mysteries. "This amulet," he gestured to the artifact in his hand, "is a conduit of communication a link between the wielder and the very essence of the realm. It can amplify one's connection to the threads of fate, allowing them to navigate the currents of destiny with greater clarity."

Ann exclaimed almost reverently. "She was fond of intricate designs and artwork, as I'm sure you can tell." Adam chuckled softly. "It's made from obsidian and moonstone and wrapped in platinum. If you open it up, inside is a depiction of Selene, the Moon Goddess, and her first children, the Lycans, and her second born, the Werewolves." Ann nodded wordlessly. There wasn't much she could say, it was truly a breathtaking piece. "I should have given you this earlier, Ann. At this point, I'm willing to try anything that has the slightest chance of being able to protect you from those vile women." He murmured as he ran his hands along her shoulders.

"Look at you! Absolutely glowing." I laughed, placing a protective hand over my baby bump. "Three months and already making his presence known." Nora reached into her ceremonial hunting bag. "Speaking of which, I brought something for the little one." She withdrew a small silver box, carefully opening it to reveal a stunning silver moonstone amulet with intricate protective runes carved around its edges. The craftsmanship was exquisite—clearly the work of Eastern Territory artisans. "Nora, it's beautiful," I gasped, lifting the amulet. It pulsed with protective energy against my palm.

I take it out, throwing the box on the bed before turning to Sycamore. “What is it?” “It’s an amulet. I crafted it out of moonstone”. I’m surprised. “You…you made this?” “Yes”. “That’s..that’s so…why moonstone?” “It symbolizes the werewolves. I got it for you because I want you to remember your true self when you are now a hellhound”. That makes sense. I hold up the amulet before him. “Could you..help me? Please”.

Remove the impurity and cleanse my soul. The amulet begins to glow the moment I say the words, and my body begins to vibrate. The amulet feels like it’s alive in my hand. Almost like I’m holding a beating heart. It’s seriously disconcerting. Taking the amulet by the chain, I let it slide down my hand and dip it into the angel fire. The water bubbles around the amulet and begins to glow with a blinding blue light. Blinking back, I lift the amulet up and run my gaze over it. The jewel in the middle is no longer red but a bright blue. Its light illuminates the room with its potent glow.

I muttered but my heart was not steady anymore. The Seer stood and took something else from her bag. It was a small velvet pouch. From it, she pulled an amulet. It was beautiful and strange. The chain was made of fine silver threads, almost like woven moonlight. The pendant was a small round stone, milky white, with faint veins of blue light running through it. Around the stone were runes carved so small that they looked like dust. She held it out to me. “This,” she said, “is for you. I prepared it specially for you. I knew the time would come when you would need it.”