Amulet Graphic Novels & Stories

"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.

"Hold on! We're here!" The mate bond pulses like a lifeline thrown to someone drowning, and I grasp it with desperate strength, using it to anchor my fading consciousness. Through eyes that barely focus, I see her pushing past combatants toward the ritual circle, something silver glowing at her throat. The amulet. The one my healing essence somehow communicated to me. It blazes with silver light that seems to repel the ritual energies where they touch, creating disturbances in Vega's carefully constructed patterns. "Now or never," I manage to send along our bond, unsure if words or just desperate intention will reach her. The extraction has progressed too far for simple interruption to rever

And then I noticed something on the spot where I had fallen asleep. There, lying idly on the floor, was a golden amulet. It was old, with intricate designs etched into its surface. Curiosity sparked within me as I picked it up, feeling its weight in my hand. It didn't belong to me; that much was clear. I inspected it closely and saw a bold, prominent letter "J" inscribed behind it.

Having such a trinket would be invaluable. "O'course it's just a prototype...so," she shrugged "it could just as easily blow up in your face." "Get it for me," he ordered. Grace, as her title suggested, was the best at enchanted items. He was confident the amulet would work. And if he could turn while wearing it he just gained a huge advantage. "I don't care about the price. What about the rest?" Grace glanced over the list again, tossing him another keen look. "Just what are you planning, hunter?"

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

"Didn't you even think to ask before you destroyed it?" Livia looked away, playing the victim again. My father's face settled back into pure rage. "It's just a damn rock! Suck it up and apologize!" I smiled at him, savoring the words I was about to say. "Father, that amulet was the key to the blessing ceremony. It's written clearly in your alliance treaty with Alpha Kaelen. The moonstone is required tomorrow to read the omens for the pact. Without it, the ceremony can't even start."

"No. I want to buy a pink crystal, which can bring luck for me to run into my Mr. Right. I'll also buy you an amulet, which can protect you from evil spirits. Being with Dante, you will have a lot of trouble." "Isn't it too expensive?" "The two clothes you gave me last time are much more expensive than these things. Just consider as me returning the favor." After careful selection, Allegra bought an amulet for Renee, and a transparent pink crystal for herself. She even asked Renee whether she wanted it, and Renee shook her head again and again. They left the shop and walked along the side of the road. Unexpectedly, a motorcycle passed their side and one of the robbers on the motorcycle grabb

“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.”

After a couple of minutes, swearing with ancient curses, Gudeauar came out, covered in dust. “Here are beautiful specimens, a protective necklace with large stones of the Tears of Eleanor, I don’t know why it wasn’t destroyed, but if we raise the protective fabric, we will move no faster than people. This unsightly black chain imbues the wearer with the power of a werewolf, we once took it away from the werewolves, with it they gained even greater power. But with this amulet, more carefully, a special stone in it has been accumulating the energy of the sun for hundreds of years, and if you turn the protective hieroglyphs on the amulet to the side, a powerful light beam will burst out of it.