Black Sabbath Cross Pendant Novels & Stories

*** I found the pendant at the bottom of the canvas bag. I'd transferred it without thinking during the reassignment. I had wrapped in an old square of cloth, the way it had lived under my floorboard for as long as I could remember. I'd never examined it closely. It had simply always been there, and I had kept it the way you keep things you knew were perhaps valuable, definitely sentimental, and that you don't know how to leave behind. I unwrapped it now. A chain. Fine links, dark with age but unbroken. At the end, a pendant the size of my thumbnail: a black moon, split clean through by a line of silver fire.

The black pendant felt so cold in Serafina’s palm. She stared at the crescent shaped symbol, cracked right down the middle. Serafina’s chest felt tight. Not because she was afraid, but because she knew that symbol all too well. “But what is it, exactly?” Kael’s voice broke the silence. Serafina didn’t answer right away. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on the pendant. “That’s not the Shadow Fang symbol.” She took a deep breath. “It’s the Project Eclipse symbol.”

she stands from the chair and walks over to the kitchen bringing in a tray with her she places it on the table pours two cups for the teapot and places one I front of me “just a special blend of calming tea dear I have a lot to share with you today” I take a sip and it’s a fine mixture of bitter and sweet with an earthy taste to it. The high priestess clears her throat. “My darling I need the pendant around your neck it was a gift from myself and coven the night of your birth but I need to take it back and replace it with this black tourmaline necklace the energy in your necklaces needs to be renewed and released. This necklace I gift you is to ward off any ill spirits, intentions or spells

Maybe focusing on work was the cure for all of this. "The pendant itself is a key to a door the legend talks about. We don't know where the door is nor do we know what is behind that door..The blood of the lycan found in the pendant is a powerful tool for black magic," Arden explained. In other words, this particular pendant was a key and it was found on this territory. Does that mean something is about to happen in this territory again? And to make matters worse the pendant had disappeared. This means we needed to find it as soon as possible before the owner achieved his objectives.

Its rich green hues, ranging from the vibrant shades of new growth to the deep tones of ancient forests, held within them the promise of growth, renewal, and the enduring strength of love. As Blake's fingers closed around the pendant, he felt a connection to the past, a tangible link to his mother and the legacy she left behind. The weight of the pendant in his palm carried with it the weight of his own commitment and devotion, a symbol that transcended time and connected their two souls.

The chain looks like silver, and the pendant is a diamond encrusted image of Cerberus, red rubies for their eyes. It looks expensive as hell. “What is this?” “It’s a gift. Turn around.” Tingles shoot down my body at the sharp, commanding tone in his voice. Every inch of my body wants to protest, to snap at him. Huffing, I turn around and show him my back, gathering my hair and sweeping my over my shoulder. “Good, very good, Seraphina.” His voice sounds right behind me, and I feel his breath ghosting over my nape.

The white marble was bleeding thick, black ichor. In the center of the rotunda, hovering directly above a nameless, ancient tomb, was the final Tether. It wasn't a crystal. It was a massive, inverted cross forged from pure, liquid obsidian, pulsing with a rhythmic, horrifying heartbeat. Kneeling in a circle around the inverted cross were seven figures.

"I’ve seen their scouts." "Then you know they’re closing in." Kaelen turned to face me. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small, heavy pendant on a dark silver chain. It was a black wolf carved from obsidian, its eyes two tiny, glittering rubies. He stepped closer, his scent of sandalwood and rain wrapping around me. He moved behind me, his fingers brushing the back of my neck as he fastened the chain. The touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine.

She turned around to stare at me for a second, before continuing with her spell. She picked up the ritual knife, slitting her palm, and squeezing her blood on Rowena's skeletal bones while chanting. After she was done, she picked up the black stone pendant of the necklace and kept on chanting. Her purple eyes glowed brighter and the air around charged with magic and slowly, the pendant began to turn white as though whatever was in it was being emptied. I brought my gaze back to the stick I had picked up in the woods, giving it all my attention as I played with it, snapping it into two and placing the other half over it where I tied it to one another forming a cross-like shape.

She snorted before giving me a soft shoulder punch. "Of course not." She began to rummage on her sling bag and get a mini black box. She was smiling before opening it. "Look at this one." She handed it to me and I saw a silver necklace that had a cross pendant and seemed and there was something engraved on its back, that was hard for me to read as it was already dark outside and the only light was the lampposts.