Annie Locket Novels & Stories

The locket lay cold and heavy in the palm of my hand, its delicate chain cool against my skin. I stared down at the tiny photograph inside — Ellen’s face, perfect and poised, caught in an eternal smile. The same woman whose shadow had haunted my marriage, whose heart once beat inside me without her ever truly being gone. I felt as though the locket was a talisman, a key to unlocking a secret I wasn’t yet ready to face. Or perhaps a curse, dragging me deeper into a maze of lies I could no longer escape.

Gold and delicate, with tiny flowers etched into the surface. I opened it carefully. On one side was a photo of my parents on their wedding day, young and impossibly happy. On the other side was a photo of me as a baby, no more than a few months old. A note fell out when I lifted the locket. "My darling Kate, if you're reading this then I'm gone and you've survived everything we feared might happen. This locket belonged to your grandmother and her mother before that. Four generations of Jones women who loved fiercely and fought for what mattered. You're the fifth. Wear it and remember that you come from strength. All my love always, Mom."

Morrigan slid her fingers to trace the crow encrusted on the locket. Her smile had been plastered to her lips all day as she stares at the locket. Mesmerized by the details that the locket has. “You seem to have grown fond of that locket your betrothed gave you, Your Highness.” Morrigan looked at Lydia, her wet nurse and nanny, who went inside of her room with a tray of fresh clothes for her to change into. Lydia noticed how the princess had been staring at it with a glint of intrigue in her eyes.

"But she is only the foot soldier. The bug, however, is a problem." ​I lifted the antique locket around my neck. "Why did you make me wear this, Ronan? I knew it was a leash, but is it also some kind of shield?" ​He looked at the locket, a rare, almost unreadable expression on his face. "Yes. It is both. And more."

“We’ll do this, Ari. We’ve faced worse before, and we’ll face this, too.” I nodded, but the anxiety still churned in my gut. This wasn’t just about me or the pack. This was about the future of all werewolves, Lycans, and even other supernatural beings. The prophecy held the key to peace, but only if we succeeded in our mission. Mom stepped forward, pulling a small, intricately carved box from her pocket. She opened it, revealing the Lycan amulet—a shimmering piece of jewelry that seemed to pulse with ancient power.

Standing behind her, I dangle it in front of her eyes. “What’s that?” she asks, turning to face me. “It’s a gift. I bought it for you today” Her gaze moves between the pouch in my hand and my face as she smiles. “Open it” I say, laying it in her palm. “Wow ... it’s beautiful” She gazes down at the round glass locket in her hand. “It’s a memory locket. You said you wanted to make beautiful memories with me, so I thought this would be a great way to keep a record of them. I’ve already added a few charms to get you started”

Charlotte was very still. “She came,” I said. “We talked in the study. She told me about the locket.” I paused. “She recognized it the first time she saw it on your neck, at the lunch. She gave it to Elise Harwell as a wedding gift. A specific commission, one of a kind. She said there is no other locket like it.” Charlotte looked at me for a long moment. “Really ? ” she said. Not accusatory. Just stating it. “Yeah,” I said. “I needed to be sure we aren’t making mistake.”

She reached to open the container, but Noah swatted her hand away. “Not so fast, Cookie Monster. I have another gift this year.” Camille gave a small squeal. “Okay.” She clenched her fists and ground her teeth together to ward off her eagerness. Noah handed her the box, and she removed the lid. A gold heart slid along a thin chain. “Noah, it’s beautiful.” She gently touched the heart with the tip of her finger. “It’s a locket.” The design was simple. It was a piece she could wear every day. It was something she would’ve picked for herself because she wasn’t flashy or gaudy.

Her confession about Ethan, the alley, and Aurora’s stolen identity still hung between them. But Luna's hands kept drifting back to the dust-covered box she had taken from the cabinet.She picked up her grandmother’s silver locket. Her thumb moved over the dull, tarnished metal, tracing the faded floral engraving. For years, it had been nothing more than a painful keepsake—a reminder of the only person who had ever held her without asking for something in return. Then her nail caught on a tiny, almost invisible seam near the hinge. Luna stopped.She pressed down on the corner of the frame.

I hope it is not what I am thinking. “here. Take a look at it.” Calvin grinned brightly, handing the box to me. I took it gingerly, dabbing my sweaty palm on my dress. When I opened the box, I didn’t know when I let out a loud sigh of relief. It turned out to be a diamond shaped necklace locket, enough for three tiny pictures to be in it. “wow, a locket.” I mumbled. “do you like it? I was thinking you might want to keep your parents picture close someday. Since I don’t know what they look like, I could not put them in. hoping when you would like for it to happen, you will let me know.”