Black Sabbath Cross Pendant Novels & Stories

Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath. "Do you know the meaning behind it?" He reached forward and held my hand that was holding the pendant. In the middle of his palm, there was a large black stone embedded in a golden ring. It had a picture of a wolf. On either side of the wolf stood a human. They weren't wearing masks or revealing clothes. They were completely naked. It was a strange sight to behold. They looked like gods...or devils. "Yes...but who?" He replied staring at the stone.

He got up suddenly, and my gaze followed him as he went to the nightstand by the bed and bent to pull out something from the drawer. A black thread. It had a pendant on it. He walked back to me with determined steps as he lowered himself onto the seat in front of me. I raised my hand, and he laid the pendant flat in my palm. Made of copper and bronze, circular, and it had an ‘S’ in the circle and a ‘K’ horizontal over the S, crossing it. It was a Crest. “This is yours now.” The black thread was seemingly ordinary, while the cold bronze and copper metal felt heavy in my palm.

Rumor had it that her jewelry alone was worth half of Cromwell. Wendy took the phone and examined the picture. "Nope. Looks pretty ordinary." With her taste, that comment was normal. Rosalyn wasn't concerned about the value; she just wanted information. "What about something similar in design or style?" "The gemstones' arrangement in the center of the pendant is like…" Wendy frowned in concentration and added, "A subtle cross." Rosalyn looked at her. "Is there something to do with Christianity?" "I'm not sure. The design just reminds me of it. I can't say for sure without seeing the actual piece. It's hard to tell from the picture."

"I can't wait any longer." The robed figure grunted in agreement and walked to the door. Once he was gone, Feran held out his hand, making the pendant float in midair. He wove his hands together, and black light surged toward the pendant. But no matter how much black light there was, it vanished the moment it touched the pendant. "What's happening?" Feran opened his eyes. "Is this pendant sentient now?" This had never happened when he'd absorbed energy from other artifacts. After draining them, they looked exactly the same on the surface, so he'd just hand them to the Silver Serpent to deal with.

“With this gift, I relinquish my power as Alpha over to you, young Katalea. May you wear it as a symbol of our Prides’ strength, loyalty, and love. It is your to give to the next black panther or to put back into the sacred vault if there is not one after your reign. His words wee heavy on my shoulders but I picked up the box. Insides was a delicate panther pendant made of onyx, surrounded by tiny rubis, the eyes were a dazzling sapphire as blue as mine. It was supported by a tiny silver chain that didn’t look strong enough to survive what I would put it through. Grandfather saw me eyeing the chain and read my thoughts. “It is made of a metal stronger than platinum, that is found only o

Lucien gestured at the stone, “isn’t old Blackwood magic. It’s his.” The stone’s surface was slick, almost wet. And when I leaned closer, I realized why—the carvings weren’t just paint. They were filled with blood. On the altar lay a single object: a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon. I knew it instantly. It was mine. From my first life. I froze. “How—?” Kael’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.” But it was too late. The moment my fingers brushed the metal, the forest went silent. The pendant burned hot against my skin, and in the space between heartbeats, a voice slid into my mind.

You will be fine till I am here. There is a voice saying, But how will I be fine with it? Then it replied, I will tell you about these matters later, but for now just take this pendant. I don't know what is with that pendant. After wearing the pendant the voice told me to spin the pendant It's a pendant that I had never seen before. It had two sides with two figures. one figure looks like the demon and the other figure looks like the angle. I don't know what these figures indicate but for now, I can only trust this voice because these voices just brought me to this world I don't want to die even in this world.

She stands up and walks towards the back of Bria and puts the necklace on her neck. “Mom, it’s so beautiful. Where do you get this? I didn’t know you have a piece of jewelry like this.” She hurriedly looked at the mirror close to the dining room and stares at it. It was a silver necklace with an oval-shaped pendant that has diamonds around it and has a cross at the center. She was mesmerized by its beauty when her mom speaks again. “Try to open the pendant, you will see the magic.” She smiled at Bria.

“Wait.” Keiran paused. Spiro reached to his neck and removed a thin chain I had not noticed before. Hanging from it was a tiny black scale pendant, no larger than the nail of my thumb. It looked dark at first, but when it caught the light, I saw faint lines of deep blue running through it, like night holding lightning under its skin. Spiro held it out to Keiran. “Wear this,” Spiro instructed. Keiran looked at the pendant, then at him. “What is it?”

He held out a small silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon the same symbol many of the pack healers wore, but with a strange black etching that looked almost like a rune of binding. Kai’s expression darkened. “That’s not standard issue.” Elara took the pendant carefully, her healing energy brushing over it. A faint, sickly residue made her recoil. “It’s been used in dark workings. Someone is twisting our own knowledge against us.” Rosa paled. “The missing assistant… he had one like that.” Later that night, back at the Alpha’s residence, the group gathered for a quiet meal. Guards were doubled, and no one moved without a partner.