Annie Locket Novels & Stories

"Prep the car. I'm going back tonight. I want extra heat in the trunk. And call Lucien and Dante—this will be bloody." Lucas nodded and slipped away. Aria turned back to Noel. "Before I forget…while you were gone, a woman came looking for you." Noel’s brows furrowed. "Who?" "She didn’t say her name. Elegant. Scary. Real powerful vibe. Left this." She pulled a small silver locket from her purse and placed it in Noel’s palm. He stared at it. It was worn. Familiar. His hands trembled slightly. Nico touched his arm. "You okay?"

Ryan frowned. “By what two years or something?” Asrar chuckled. Ryan joined him. He really did know its been so long. He probably should find that out though. He knew he had to have an old care card somewhere. They carefully wrapped themselves around there girls as they peaked over there shoulders as to what they where looking at. Rosalie jumped a little but instantly relaxed into his embrace. He fingers where gently playing with the moon. Avalon did find something and Ryan almost laughed. He couldn’t believe at all the beautiful jewelry she found this beautiful silver locket. The designs in the front where almost like lace work. She loved it causing Ryan to buy it no questions asked. “We a

I shrugged my depressing thoughts and looked ahead only to witness Tara and Evans holding each other's hands and strolling down the aisle looking for a gift for each other. The love! I smiled and looked down at Kia who was again whispering something in Aiden's ear. What's with these two? I walked to a jewellery shop nearby where I thought I might find something nice for her. However, all the jewellery in the store was ridiculously expensive. I couldn't find anything that was cheap enough. I was about to leave the shop when my eyes caught a locket. It was simple but beautiful, to say the least. It looked like a locket from the 1950s but the way it was made, I doubted it was from so long ago.

"A focus object, something that carries a strong emotional connection to the subject. Blood would be traditional, but Eleanor suggests that items touched during moments of profound emotion can serve the same purpose." Her fingers moved instinctively to the simple silver locket hanging around her neck, a piece of jewelry she had worn since childhood that contained a pressed flower from her grandmother's garden in Boston. It wasn't connected to Damien, but it carried decades of her own emotional history, every moment of longing for something beyond the narrow confines of her spinster existence. "This might work," she said, lifting the locket with trembling hands. "It represents everything I wa

The last gift she bestowed before being claimed by an unforgiving fate, this treasure had weathered the storms, both literal and metaphorical, of my life. I let my fingers trace the intricate patterns on the locket's surface, a dance of memory and longing. I remembered the day I thought I lost it in the river, the torrent threatening to carry away not just a piece of jewelry, but a piece of my mother's memory. It was Maggie who handed it back to me. That moment etched in my mind, I decided to stop wearing it daily, to shield it from potential loss.

But irregardless, I bent down so I was at her level to allow her to open the locket and to my surprise, she placed her fingers on the locket and closed her eyes for a second, releasing a short breath before a soft glow covered her two fingers that she had gently placed against the locket. To my surprise, the stones on the locket glowed for a second before she removed her fingers and a quiet 'click' sounded from the silver jewellery before it opened to reveal a hologram format of two pictures. The one where we were all sleeping in Evangeline's room and the one from when we had our picnic. "Who took these?" I curiously asked even as my heart warmly swelled in happiness at the sweet pictures as

Once we were done we walked our separate ways. I walked to a jewellery shop buying Patrina a nice gold chain with a beautiful oval shaped locket with diamonds carved in it. I loved it, it was perfect and Rina liked diamonds so I paid for it and got it wrapped. Dylan and I bought some clothes and I said my goodbyes to Dylan as Lavi refused to drive with me and walked out of the mall. I entered my car and buckled up driving back to the packhouse.

[Cordelia] It is light, barely more than tape and paper. Carefully I peel back the simple brown paper to reveal a box with the logo of a local jeweler. I double-check for a card to see if this package is from someone else because my anonymous present sender has never sent me anything expensive. Inside the larger box is a smaller green velvet box. Inside is a silver locket on a long silver chain. It is an elegant piece, simple and warms to my touch as I pull it out of the box.

It wasn’t Silas’s. It was my mother’s. “Victoria, if you’re hearing this, it means the decoy worked. But you have to remember… the locket isn’t a key. It’s a detonator.” I reached for the silver locket at my neck, my fingers trembling as I felt a small, hard switch hidden beneath the engraving of the sparrow that I had never noticed before.

Mom was wise, she would have been able to govern both packs with ease. I pull the locket out of my pocket and stare at it. To the naked eye, it appears quite ordinary, a simple locket of blueish hue. Its only unusual feature is the intricate carvings on it, carvings that resemble the lysandra blossom. Gently, I set it back down on the table. I should be thinking about ways to solve the tax issue, not thinking about the origin of this locket. “Watcha doing staring into space?” A figure in a red and white Hawaiian print shirt and flip-flops strolls casually into the kitchen. I look up at the face to see Jonathan.