Anakin Skywalker Necklace Novels & Stories

"It’s all mine now. She’s gone and I’m standing here in her room, in her gown. That’s how it works, isn't it?" I did not answer. "You're quiet today." She studied me in the mirror. "You aren't mourning that girl, are you?" "No," I said. She held out a hand toward the table. "Then help me with the necklace. I have waited all morning for someone competent to fasten it." My eyes went to where she pointed. The Whitemane Luna necklace lay on dark velvet. Silver and moonstone, older than either of our packs. I had seen it once before. I had imagined my own hands lifting it. I had imagined the throat it would circle. In my mind it had been Halley's throat. Pale. Warm. Alive.

The sight waiting inside stole the air from my lungs the main hall was crowded with pack members and music filled the room. Long tables overflowed with food and gifts at the center of it all sat Vanessa. She wore a silver dress that shimmered under the lights. Around her neck hung the Luna's ceremonial moonstone necklace…my necklace. The one passed down through generations of Nightfang Lunas. People surrounded her with smiles and praise then my eyes found Darius. He stood beside her with one hand resting casually against the back of her chair. He wasn't touching her, he didn't need to. The familiarity between them spoke loudly enough. He looked relaxed and happy like a man who had everything

- I look at my fingers on the table, I still have my wrists in chains. ______________ I actually thought a lot - she leans against the table and then faces me with an expression of curiosity - I decided that if I'm going to put someone on the throne, other than Nathan, then it should be me. - She smiles in a satisfied way - Only with some conditions... - Katerina looks down at my wrists. - First I want you to remove these chains are hurting my wrists and we will be on the same side, you must trust me right? -She seems to be believing me because without complaining she removes the chains. ______________ What are the other conditions? - Asks waiting.

The box's lid creaked softly, releasing the scent of aged wood and memories. "Rosalind, this belonged to your father," Cathryn said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. As she opened the box, a faint glow emanated from within. Inside, a beautiful silver necklace lay coiled, adorned with a small, moonstone pendant. The stone pulsed softly, radiating a gentle, ethereal light. "Orion's mother crafted this," Cathryn explained, her fingers tracing the pendant's contours. "A symbol of our pack's lunar heritage."

“Come on. Let’s check the new catalogue. Got a few pieces that scream ‘future Luna.’” We sat down at the velvet-covered table, and he slid the binder across to me. “Pick your poison.” I flipped through the pages in silence. Finally, I stopped on an obsidian necklace with a matching ring. Gary studied me with a sideways smirk. “If you don’t talk soon, you’re gonna pop like an overripe berry. What’s going on?” I rubbed the back of my neck, then leaned back in the chair. “It’s the bond.” Gary’s face dropped into something more serious.

Locking his intense gaze with hers, he quietly murmured, "I got something for you." As the suspense built up, Shanaya resumed her position beside him, her curiosity mounting. The box remained closed until she was seated next to Dhruv once again. He finally opened the box, revealing a pair of stunning golden anklets that shimmered under the gentle light. The sight of the intricately designed anklets left Shanaya momentarily speechless, her breath hitching in her throat. Their golden hue and intricate craftsmanship exuded elegance and grace. A surge of emotion welled up within her, causing her heart to flutter.

But there was no way to produce results if it just wasn’t happening. So, I decided to temporarily halt the research. I retrieved a necklace from my pocket and passed it over to the researchers. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, a diamond and moonstone pendant on a white gold chain. Anubis had uncovered it in Cassandra Keller’s house in Wild Crawler. “I need you to study this,” I commanded, and when I was met with strange expressions, I clarified my words. “I think it might be a talisman, but I want to be sure.”

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

He immediately went out and quickly went to the room where the Banabe Account was kept. Banabe's necklace is made of gold and silver fangs of dragons. He got it when he successfully killed the Alpha of the Silver moon pack. The deceased Alpha is the real owner of it. He almost exploded with anger when he confirmed that it was gone. Marcus tried to calm him down. But his anger was more dominant at that time. He killed three guards in a fit of rage. Marcus's eyes widened at what he did. He couldn't help but feel fear at what he witnessed. His entire body almost trembled due to a mixture of nervousness and fear.

Inside was a gold necklace and attached was a golden charm with diamonds in the shape of Grogu, baby Yoda. “O my fucking Goddess. It’s perfect!” I shouted. I wouldn’t wear diamond necklaces normally, but I would when it was on a Grogu body. It was so fucking cute, I almost squealed. “You like it?” Asher said, putting it around my neck. “I fucking love it, almost as much as I love you.” “Logan said it’s also from him.” Asher said, after a bit of silence. Clearly talking to Logan inside his head.