Black Sabbath Cross Pendant Novels & Stories

Again. They had recovered a Second Sight pendant—its base crafted from Ashen material. The pendant had been extracted from a rogue den and was fused to a blood-marked chain. Initial estimates suggested it had passed through the hands of at least six users. Its origin remained unknown, but the spread pattern was disturbingly organized.

he replied with a giggle, dropping a cold object in my sweaty hand, which, immediately when I closed my fingers on it, I knew it was a necklace. I took the necklace, showing the weight of the gold. It was simple, considering everything I had already worn the night before, and the precious stones of the rings on my fingers. The pendant was a hollow circle, flanked by two crosses on each side in a horizontal position. A real blasphemy to God.

The design was simple but elegant, the gleaming metal catching the faint light of the hallway. “It’s for your protection,” Adamo said, his voice steady, though there was an undeniable depth to it. “I know you hold your faith close, and I wanted to give you something to carry with you. Something that would remind you that you’re not alone.” Sade’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at the pendant, her fingers brushing the smooth surface of the cross. There was something so sincere in his gesture, in the quiet care he took to choose something meaningful for her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away.

The chain was thin and dark, but the pendant itself was unusual. It was made from some kind of black metal. In the center was a strange symbol. I stared at the small black pendant sitting on the table. The strange symbol engraved on it made the back of my neck prickle. "What is that?" I asked. Usher shook his head. "We do not know, Alpha. We found it hidden beneath the clothes of one of the dead rogues. None of the others had anything like it." I leaned closer, studying the pendant. "Did you find anything else?"

family heirloom, why?” He asks. “We need it! Don’t leave the circle, though.” I continue laying the stones in a grid pattern, first along the outer circle, then more inward and as I am laying the last one Sean appears with the pendant wrapped in an old handkerchief with the letter “M’ embroidered in a beautiful script. “I take them both graciously and he smiles “You can keep it if you need it, you are family now and I have the feeling that it was waiting for you, no one else has worn it in a very long time, not even her daughter.” I place the pendant around my neck and Damian blinks. He and Sean exchange a look and he whispers “It glowed as you clasped it, just briefly.” Awe was clear in hi

I told him, and he promised to have it cleaned. So that doesn’t help me at all right now. Her scent was barely there. I didn’t have much time, so I quickly looked around for something of hers. That’s when I noticed the black box on the nightstand. It was a black velvet box with ‘Zi’ printed on the top. I opened it and saw a beautiful werewolf pendant inside. This would do perfectly, I thought as I pulled out my witch blade.

The moment she saw it, her entire demeanor shifted. She stopped moving. Her breath caught. For the first time, she looked afraid. I really should’ve started with that instead of letting myself get captured and beaten half to death. “You… you had it?” she whispered. “All this time?” I didn’t answer. The pendant—oval, black as void, veined with threads of glowing silver—began to hum. It wasn’t loud. Not even a sound, really. More like a memory of thunder vibrating in my bones.

Perhaps they can sense the storm and it agitates them in some way. It makes me glad I have protection while Ethan is away, even if it is Blake I must turn to. I sit cross-legged on my bed and examine the collar he put around my neck. It is black and featherlight, with a faint pattern on it made up of crisscrossing blacks and greys and other shades of night. It’s made of silk, and I run it through my fingers. At its center, there’s a black obsidian stone that absorbs the light from my candle.

I said weakly. Aiden immediately scoops me up, and Austin and Rebel come up and look at me with concern. “Thalia, is everything okay?” “Sinclair?” “I’m right here.” She says, running up with Isaiah, Kaia, and Rodrigo. “What is the keepsake?” “It’s a necklace with a pendant.” She said. Isaiah speaks up, though. “The pendant has a small Purple Altantonite.” Austin whips his head. “Are you serious?” “Yeah. I couldn’t believe it either, Dad, but it’s true.”

I looked at the box with suspicion before looking back up at Elias. “It would do me the greatest honour if you would wear this,” he said and opened the box. Inside, laid on a bed of black velvet, was a pendant. It was a hollow circle with the shape of a crescent moon inside. On one tip of the moon was a white stone and on the other tip a black stone. I couldn’t help but look closer at the piece of jewellery. It looked to be silver, which I knew wasn’t possible. I looked up at Elias again and he smiled.