Novel & Cerita Anakin Skywalker Necklace

"Concerns? I’ve never had a draft rejected in my life. I’ll be there." The Varkane Dynasty headquarters was a fortress of black glass and obsidian. When I walked into the war-room, the air was already heavy with the scent of high-ranking Alphas and tactical advisors. Lucien was at the head of the table. He nodded as I entered. "Let’s get started. Show them the 'Galaxy' series, Xender." I tapped the console. The holographic display filled the room with the glowing blue lines of my new necklace-sigils. They were delicate but carried enough explosive power to level a small building if the wearer triggered the release.

Display cases lined the walls, filled with jewelry that looked like captured starlight. Necklaces that seemed to hold the night sky. Earrings that sparkled like morning dew. Rings that could make a person believe in magic. "They're all incredible," I whispered, moving from case to case. "You can have whatever you want," Anthony said softly. "I can?" I turned to stare at him. He nodded. A necklace caught my eye. Delicate silver chain with diamonds arranged like falling stars. The craftsmanship was exquisite. Professional. The kind of work I used to do.

He held it up to me and gestured to it. “I think –” he cleared his throat. “I think I’m going to give her this as well. It’s a Darkmoon family heirloom.” “That’s, uh, that’s nice,” I stuttered. Knight nodded, sharply. He pocketed the necklace then ran a hand through his deep black curls. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “I have –” “Yep,” I said, cutting him off. “—class you know?” “Totally, yep,”

“Mom, I’m glad you can finally admit your mistake...” Chris said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. “Why don’t you ever reflect on yourself until we have to point it out every single time?” Collin snapped, his tone edged with impatience and disbelief. I didn’t respond. But when I turned my gaze to Kristy—I froze. She was holding the moonlight necklace. The one Luke had specially commissioned from the werewolf artisan for our eighth marking anniversary. I had never even worn it once. And now, it hung from Kristy’s neck, glowing under the light that was never meant for her.

“No.” Everyone turned. His expression changed completely. “No no no.” Kai frowned. “What now?” He asked. Nathan slowly pointed. “The necklace.” Silence followed. Everyone looked back. The girl on the screen was wearing something around her neck. Small. Silver. A necklace. Amara’s breathing seized. Because it wasn’t just any necklace. It was another broken heart pendant. No. No no no. Amara grabbed her own necklace immediately. Then looked toward the little girl standing quietly beside the wall.

Howard asked with a gentle smile. The moment he walked in, he spotted the jade necklace Anissa had on. It was the same one he had given her for her eighth birthday. The red cord was different, but the pendant was unforgettable to him. He had carved that sword-shaped piece from a single block of jade with his own hands. "What!?" Anissa gasped, her face painted with sheer astonishment. She trembled, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. She caught her breath and blurted, "You... You're Harlow!?"

Finally, she noticed a faint imprint in the sand, almost invisible to the untrained eye. With a controlled movement, I watched her brush away the sand, revealing a tightly closed hand sculpted out of the sand. In its center, nestled like a precious gem, lay a silver pendant engraved with the Skywalker family crest. I gasped, recognizing the pendant as my father's most prized possession. It was only worn by the heirs of the house. Its presence in the closed hand offered a terrifying possibility - her father wasn't alone in the cave when he crumpled. Anya placed a hand on my shoulder once more, her voice was soft yet firm. "We will find out what happened, Emily. But for now, we need to get you

Arina huffed in frustration as she struggled to open the anklet, her fingers fumbling with the delicate clasp. The diamond-studded ornament shimmered against her creamy skin, its beauty a stark contrast to the sense of confinement it imposed on her small ankle. Reyan had commissioned the royal ornaments designer to create the anklet, requesting a design that resembled a cuff rather than a traditional anklet. Being the esteemed royal designer, he had spared no expense in crafting the piece, aiming to earn the king's appreciation and a hefty sum of money in return.

As she placed another delicate necklace before me, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. A message from Kas: *Elder Luke’s transactions are suspicious. Need to discuss.* I felt a flicker of warning, but I locked my phone, setting the thought aside. Right now, Hannah was my priority. “Could you show me a few more?” I asked, returning my focus to the jewelry. “Of course,” she replied, pulling out a new set with a confident smile. “How about this? A custom pendant with a diamond centerpiece, encircled by rubies. It’s simple yet intricate.”

Luna Grace of Dark Fang chimed in, drawing Kane’s attention as his gaze slid back to Anika. She wore a black silk gown that hugged her curves like a second skin, decorated with silver beads and delicate threads. A black coral necklace rested against her collarbone, matched with elegant earrings, bangles, and rings. Her long ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders, held by tiny hairpins that mirrored the color of her eyes. “You’re the fairest of them all,” Kane muttered under his breath. Anika’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you, Alpha,” she smiled, clearly pleased.