Amulet Graphic Novels & Stories

We got distracted by the adorable little Alpha Heir and his antics. “I still have your gift, Lena,” I say, reaching into my pocket for the small package that contains the amulet I had made. “This is special. I had it made especially for you. It will shift with you, unlike human jewelry and takes a special kind of mage to make. It is a protective amulet.” Lena turns the shimmering blue opal talisman in her hand and scrunches her face at the unusual dragon hide base that will fasten it to her neck like a choker and then she raises an eyebrow at me.

My wolf didn’t like the proximity of another wolf so close to our mate and it took everything inside of me to hold back a growl. “That’s odd.” The doctor said as he took a step back from Quinn with his eyes focused on something on her chest and I moved in to see what he was looking at, worried that maybe the bear had hurt her before I was able to get to her. But when I moved around the side of the doctor my eyes too focused on the necklace that she wore around her neck. I had never seen a moonstone like it before encased in silver. Moonstones at that size were extremely rare especially one of such purity which told me that Quinn wasn’t just some normal wolf. “What?” Quinn asks as she looks d

After he finished his speech, the High Elder Bishop placed a bag on the solid oak table. The table was adorned with carvings of wolves and the full moon. The first item he pulled out was a gold chalice that had gems along the bottom. Kissed it and then placed it on the table. Next, he pulled out a knife that appeared to be very sharp. The blade was made of very strong steel and had the same wolf and moon etchings on the blade. The handle was made out of the same wood as the table and the end of the handle had a wolf's head carved on it. He held the knife up high in a ceremonial fashion. Then he placed the knife beside the chalice on the table. He stepped up to the podium and placed his hand

He murmured, "Darkness clings to you. You can't shake off that gloomy vibe. Looks like you've got an evil trinket on your hands. It's an amulet, am I right?" I nodded and showed him the amulet. He looked grave and pointed at it, "This thing's bad news. It feeds on human blood. Whoever tries to hurt the owner of the amulet ends up hurting the blood donor instead." He sighed. "Then again, a life's at stake. That's what really counts." He let out a sigh, brushed the air around me with a handful of willow fluff, and sketched a sigil of protection I could not make heads or tails of, pressing it onto my forehead.

Reagan says. “Damn, I was hoping to get in a good sparring match today,” Emlyn pouts. “Reagan gets to have all the fun.” This family is so weird. Maeve walks up to Reagan and put the amulet over her neck as she whispers something, making the amulet glow. Even from here I can see that it’s very pretty, a wolf howling at the moon. “When someone has ill intent towards you, Madelyn, the moon in the amulet will glow. So, you’ll always know, no matter what they say, if their words are the truth,” she tells me.

Everly’s POV The Goddess was right. I needed Avril to be here. She and I were connected in some way. We were both given a curse just so the Pantheon could give us some of their power. I had thought I was the only one. But my wolf’s sister was here in the flesh. My wolf was spinning around. “We are gemstone wolves.” I explain to Avril. “The Goddess choses to give us gifts, but every gift must come with a price. For you, you can see visions, but you’re blind.”

An amulet hangs on a string of pearls and black diamonds. She slowly, carefully, places it in my hand, curling her fingers over mine. “I can’t offer you aid. I won’t involve my witches, my warriors, or put Hexeton at risk. But I can offer you this. It’s powerful. There is a protection spell on this amulet. No harm will come to you as long as you wear it. If it’s broken, the spell will be rendered useless, so be careful.” “I don’t trust you.”

Dupree, panic evident in his voice, shouted, "Hold onto the amulet! It's our only way out!" But as they grasped for it, the amulet, reacting to the chamber's instability, began to levitate, its glow beckoning them towards an uncharted path, hinting at even more profound mysteries and trials yet to come.

Cautiously approaching the flooring, the elemental poked it with interest with his hoof, tilting his head. I took off the amulet from my neck, which connected me with the satellite. The professor told me what to do in the evening. Walking over to Smokey, I gently placed the round bead on his neck. The coin blazed silver, and under it a design bloomed on the black wool, as if it had been applied with paint: a small white wing. Magic seal. The elemental twitched its ears, looking back at me curiously, the ritual did not harm it.

He felt Guru's strong arms around him, stopping him from a total freak out. "It's an amulet." Jinx grabbed the jewelry now around Spitfire's neck. "I think it's our elevator." Spitfire, who loved sparkly things maybe more than most toms, stared transfixed at the elaborate gem-encrusted facsimile of the gazebo-like structure. "I like this. Makes me feel more like myself. Though I hope to hell I'm not supposed to know how to make it bigger."