Anakin Skywalker Necklace Novels & Stories

If he hadn't have been certain of its authenticity back then, Narcissa's words had only strengthened his belief. His grandmother had never taken this off, and if even Narcissa had heard of his family's resistance to dark magick, then this necklace most definitely was the real deal. He stood and gently moved Ann's hair to the side as he carefully fixed the necklace around her neck. "I'm not mad at you, Adam…" Ann said softly as he smoothed her hair back and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm just sad that you didn't tell me. We need to look into this as soon as I'm crowned, and we're installed at the palace. She can't be left running around unchecked."

I say to her. I then retrieve the sacred pearl necklace, a legacy passed down to every Luna of the Lunar Shadow Pack. As it rests on my neck, memories of the day Blake first placed it there flood my mind. A single tear threatens to fall, but I quickly brush it away. Taking a deep breath, I clutch my purse and stride out of the room, my long red gown flowing behind me.

I said weakly. Aiden immediately scoops me up, and Austin and Rebel come up and look at me with concern. “Thalia, is everything okay?” “Sinclair?” “I’m right here.” She says, running up with Isaiah, Kaia, and Rodrigo. “What is the keepsake?” “It’s a necklace with a pendant.” She said. Isaiah speaks up, though. “The pendant has a small Purple Altantonite.” Austin whips his head. “Are you serious?” “Yeah. I couldn’t believe it either, Dad, but it’s true.”

He completely ignored Gwyneth's praise. He merely responded with cold indifference. "Mm-hmm." Gwyneth's smile faltered slightly, and her irritation grew. At the same time, Colin secretly plotted how to ruin Aspen's good mood. There was no way he'd let Aspen and Aren stay wrapped in their perfect little happiness. Just then, Nicholas cleared his throat. A mysterious smile spread across his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, next we have tonight's featured item. This black obsidian necklace called 'Starry Night.'

He was no other than the Blood Claws Pack’s healer – Shinro. “Nothing. I just saw my mom and my past self in them.” Diana shrugged her slumped shoulders while her left hand was playing with the necklace she bought from the same merchant she was looking at. Her fingers traced the pendant carved into a small sword. If it was in her first lifetime, she would have bought a moon or a flower. But not this time. “What’s that, hmmm?” Diana raised the necklace and deadpanned. “Oh, this? It’s a necklace.”

he said. “That didn’t answer my question,” yelled Detective White as he draws closer. Lucas’ eyes were drawn to a pendant around his father’s neck. The pendant was made with ancient beads and the tube bail of it was a dark moon as the front tube bail and a blood moon as the back tube bail. The pendant looks exactly that of Nick. As soon as his eyes came in contact with the pendant, he felt an invisible power surge enter his body from the pendant. “Where did you get that?” Lucas pants drawing away from his father. He couldn’t help but run into his room as Alicia followed his cue.

Aaron said. Bryan just rolled his eyes and looked at Aiyanna, "what's the necklace around her neck?" Aaron looked at the necklace and gently touched it before he said, "Well.... this necklace has immense spiritual power that has helped Aiyanna's soul to heal over time, I made this necklace myself. This necklace also has my powers as well." Bryan nodded, "wow." he paused before he said, "she looks so innocent and pure, can't believe she did all those things in the past."

Axel asked, abandoning his search to join me. I reached inside the drawer and felt around. My fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. I tugged it free, a delicate necklace, wedged between the wood. “What’s that?” Aiden asked, stepping closer. I held it up, the light catching the small, intricate pendant. It was engraved with two names: Willow Jenkins and her father's, Beta Roy Jenkins. “‘Something related by blood,’” I murmured, the words tasting strange on my tongue. We stared at the necklace in silence, the weight of the discovery pressing down on us.

But she was gone. “She died,” I whispered low to the mirror. “The day they left me to die.” A knock on the door made me jump slightly. Lusaka stepped in again, dressed in black robes that matched mine. He looked strong. Like a king ready for war. He smiled when he saw me. “Perfect,” he said, walking over and placing a necklace around my neck. It was silver swan, with a black stone in the middle. “This was my mother’s,” he said softly. “Tonight, it belongs to you.”

“There’s more!” I take it gently from him, heart suddenly a little tight. When I open the pouch, my breath catches. A necklace. Simple. Silver. With a small crescent moon charm hanging from the chain. Subtle, elegant, soft around the edges—just like the one I admired once, years ago. The kind of thing I never wore out loud but always gravitated to in shop windows. Only one person knows that. Only Knoxx. I look at Liam, who’s already making the spaceship battle the dinosaur, and whisper, “I think it is from him.”