Amulet Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Master, everything is prepared. The squad is also ready." "Thank you very much, Oliver," Rowan replies to Oliver and waits for him to go out of the room. He is feeling nervous today. Maybe because he has aged. Or maybe... Rowan takes out the special amulet from his drawer that helps someone from being manipulated by others. It has a brocaded red silk cover. It lets out a smell of woods from it. The amulet has a picture of a Dragon-Fox emitting light out of its body and some words are written in Japanese. They are beyond Rowan's understand.

“Which one? Is it this one?” “No, the blood-red one set in gold!” “Wow! It's beautiful, but not girly either. You're right, it's perfect.” I go to the counter and got the assistant to get it out for me; it had blood-red beads as the chain with small gold beads placed at equal distances along the chain. The amulet itself was an off-round shape with a bright blood-red stone in the center with lighter red stones surrounding it. I got the assistant to ring it up for me, we then made our way around the rest of the town. Along the way, I find a nice box to present it to him in. I hope he likes it “Don’t worry Scar, he will love it.”

"I don't understand how shit on a stick can be classed as art." "No." The woman shook her head. "But each to their own. I suggest you use that interest to find out more and get him to open up." She reached to squeeze Lloyd's hand, gazing at him intently, her eyes widening impressively. "I will not reveal all I know, not just yet, but you are part of the key." She fumbled within the folds of her dress with her free hand and brought out a strange, purple amulet. It was chipped and fractured but the shape of the beetle was still recognisable. The back glowed in hues of mauve and blue, appearing bruised yet beautiful.

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.