Author Amulet Novels & Stories

The Custodian of the Moonstone. She was visibly aged since my rejection as the pack’s Luna. Loose and baggy, her deep blue robes, patterned with waxing moons of the sacred order, hung off her bent frame. With shaking and liver-spotted hands, she was clutching the ceremonial willow staff with the polished silver casing for the pack's divine relic. The moment our eyes met, the ancestral Tear of Elyra, resting in my necklace, sent a wave of bright and painful clarity.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

"This is a powerful talisman. It was crafted by the first guardians to strengthen the bonds between family members and enhance their collective power." Kai took the amulet from Selena, feeling its energy resonate with his own. "This could be exactly what we need to solidify our unity and face the challenges ahead." With the amulet in their possession, they left the chamber and returned to the surface. The light of the grove seemed brighter now, and the atmosphere was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. They knew that the bond of family and the strength of their connections would be crucial in the battles to come.

The sun, my White Wolf growled in my mind. I took a glance at the burning Daywalker Amulet on my chest. It wasn't just a shield. It's the raw, unadulterated UV-magic created by the original Moonfall Wardens. I didn't think. I went with my instincts. I took the glowing glowing golden crystal in my left hand as the old heat burned into my skin, and I thrust the heavy hilt of my Moon-steel sword straight into the amulet. "Burn," I whispered.

If it can be saved, I will see to it. Madison smirked and signaled her bodyguard. He stepped forward and dropped a tattered, dirt-stained leather bag onto the velvet cloth. When Avery opened the bag, the air left her lungs. Her fingers began to shake uncontrollably. It was the Amulet of the Bound Heart—the very first gift she had ever crafted for Hudson. It wasn't just metal; she had infused it with her own wolf's essence as a vow of loyalty. Now, it was a mangled wreck. The silver was twisted into agonizing shapes, dirt and gravel ground into the filigree. It had been crushed under a heavy, armored boot—repeatedly.

"The auction accepts everything from euros to dragon scales. For the bidding, I was hoping you could cover us. We’ll need enough to bid on anything Sonya might be after.” "What is she after?" Phoebe asks. "The Amulet of Binding." Selene opens the laptop her contact must've set up and pulls up the photo. "It's a powerful artifact, very old and cursed. Melvanie's been trying to acquire it for years. Now she's sending Sonya to get it." I study the amulet in the photo. Gold and gems, covered in symbols that make my wolf uneasy just looking at them. "What does it do?" "Binds souls together. Usually used in dark rituals, blood magic, that sort of thing." Selene closes the laptop. "With Sonya's blo

he asked me. Before I could respond, Bruce tossed a piece of jewel to Vox; it landed at his feet. By mere staring at it, I could tell this held power. Daemon took a step back; he looked disturbed by the sight of the Nexus Amulet’. The amulet was a bracelet made of gold, it had a gem in the middle—the gem the color of the sky at night. Vox slowly picked it up; he placed it on his wrist, and the bracelet widened to his fitting. “You have your bracelet now.” I said to him, “Now where is Thane?”

I treated it like an egg, a fragile little thing and it really needed to be taken care of like that, since it was in my possession, after all. Sweeping my hair to the side, I put the amulet over my neck, hissing slightly as soon as it touched my chest. I have worn it a total of two times and I still didn't get used to the sudden spark it gave. It was a sharp sensation, a prickly one, like the amulet was trying to draw my soul to it, which it did. According to the book, the Amerlis amulet is a very powerful gem, imbued with the powers of the ancestral witches and gives the wearer unlimited power. It draws the soul to it as one, making the user's initial powers even more powerful when using it

I ask, curiosity momentarily replacing my despair. The three servants shared a look, as though considering whether to give me the answer or not. Herb cleared his throat before speaking. “You see, the amulet isn't just a piece of jewelry. It's a sigil. It allows whoever wields it to have access to the magic within the very foundations of the kingdom.” He paused before continuing. “This power, once Lachlan learns how to access it, will tip the war in their favor.” “So basically, this war is lost before it's already even begun?” I ask, not meaning to sound so pessimistic.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."