Black Sabbath Cross Pendant 소설 & 이야기

Darcey informs us. “Next thing we know, you were here, and she was gone.” I looked at Dylan. “A test?” “What gift did she give you all?” I asked them curiously. Jack holds up a chain with a sun pendant hanging off it. The back of the pendant has the letter ‘H’ engraved on it. Darcey holds up a chain with a half moon pendant attached. The back of the pendant has the letter ‘S’ engraved. Esme then proudly holds up her chain. I have never seen a pendant like it before. It’s circular and has a sun in the center. A half moon rested on top of the sun. There are tiny gems between each sun beam. The back of the pendant has the letter ‘E’ engraved on it.

“We need answers. Not riddles.” “Then go to the well.” Sabine’s voice was flat, and I froze. “That place is cursed.” “So are you.” She handed me a pendant—the same one she had worn since I arrived. A small disc, carved with celestial lines and Lycan claw runes. “It will show you what you need. If it doesn’t kill you first.” I didn’t hesitate. I was done waiting for fate. The sacred well was buried beneath the Blackwood, past the ruins of the old temple. No guards followed. No one would dare. I moved alone, wind at my back, night pressing close, the pendant growing warm as I neared the clearing.

“Here. Take it. Maybe it’ll buy you a bus ticket out of my pack.” I stared at the pendant as my hands trembled. Slowly I bent down and picked it up. The moment my fingers closed around the metal, a strange heat pulsed through my palm. It felt warm and alive, like something inside the pendant woke up. I turned it over in my hand. On the back was a tiny worn royal sigil—a lunar crescent crossed with a sword. Jacob’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where did you get that?” Rieka snatched it. “None of your business! Give it back!”

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

he said finally, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. Serena nodded, her throat suddenly tight. He reached into the pocket of his tunic and pulled something small from within. Gently, he unfolded his fingers to reveal a delicate pendant—a silver crescent moon intertwined with a wolf carved from obsidian, suspended from a fine chain. "For you," he said, holding it out. "A Luna's pendant. It’s tradition for the Luna to wear it... but more than that," his voice dropped lower, almost hesitant, "it's a symbol of protection."

They were only curious as to how Sophia could steal my music and record it beforehand. At that moment, I turned to the audience member who was holding the pendant and said, "There's something wrong with that pendant, but I can't figure out what. Please raise the pendant so that everyone can see it. Does anyone know anything about it?" As soon as my words fell, an old man in the VIP section spoke up. "I've seen this. Although it looks like an emerald pendant, it actually has two voodoo bugs in it. One is the baby bug, which can hear the wearer's thoughts, which will then be passed to the mother bug. The bug in this pendant is the baby bug."

The pendant was a stunning crescent moon, adorned with intricate filigree and vines, mirroring the exact design of Raziel's mark. The necklace was crafted from solid 14k gold, and its surface glittered radiantly in the light. My heart fluttered at the thought of being marked by him, but for real this time. I hadn't asked him to mark me again since everything happened. I knew when the time was right, he would mark me again.

It was a secret buried with a dead man. My dead husband. My pulse thundered so violently that I could feel it behind my eyes. No. This could not be coincidence. The symbol engraved on the pendant was identical to the one I had studied relentlessly in the torn pages of Blackwood’s forbidden curse book. The same crescent wrapped in thorned vines. The same blood-marked insignia tied to soul-binding, inheritance rituals, and sacrificial lineage. I knew that mark. I had traced it with trembling fingers by candlelight.

He built this shrine and died here. Marissa curiously asked, "Is there a body in here, Adrian?" Adrian nodded, "There is, but don’t worry. The person has been dead for several decades. I won’t leave you, so relax and get some rest." Marissa remained silent. Adrian examined the Seer carefully. The mummy’s robes had fused with the body over the years. Adrian's attention was then drawn to a black pendant hanging from the Seer's neck. It was made up of two black stones linked together, looking like a pair of eyeballs.

The sobs slowed. Settled into hitching breaths, then steady ones. Valtherion's hand moved in slow circles on my back, the kind of motion that was more instinct than thought. Christina was at the altar. She had something in her hands. "This belonged to your mother." She held it out. An amulet. Small, silver, hanging from a chain so fine it looked like spun moonlight. The pendant was a crescent moon cradled in a circle of shadow. The same symbol carved into the altar, the same intertwined design.