Black Sabbath Cross Pendant Novels & Stories

Or something my vampire side was calling curiosity and I was trying not to look at too closely. "Aria." Brecken's voice had the edge in it. I stopped two feet from the table. My hands were at my sides. "I'm not touching it." He came and stood beside me. We both looked at the box. "Open it," I said. Gareth made a sound behind us. Brecken shot him a look and Gareth went quiet. Brecken used a cloth from the kitchen. He unclasped the box and lifted the lid. Inside was a single piece of black jewelry. A pendant on a thin silver chain. The pendant was round and dark. Almost like obsidian. But when the light hit it the center shifted. Swirled. Like something alive was moving inside it.

I recognized the veve on the middle of the pendant—it belonged to Papa Legba, the Vodou god of crossroads. "It don't look like it, but it's a gris-gris," Mama said to me. "I put it inside that pendant so it'd be more 'wearable' for you." "It's beautiful, Mama." And that wasn't a lie—it was stunning. I had on a necklace that was gifted to me from the Coterie when I was eight but it was outdated, to say the least. Mama watched as I took off my old necklace and replaced it with the new one.

Evelyn followed more slowly, legs still shaking. “Careful,” Jonah murmured. “It’s wounded, not dead. That makes it meaner.” Evelyn barely heard him. Her light caught on something glinting in the dirt near where the creature had stood. She crouched, hands trembling as she brushed away frost and soil. It was a pendant. Old—ancient, perhaps—its surface tarnished but intact. A heavy disc of silver, engraved with a sigil she didn’t recognize. A circle, within it a crescent moon, lines radiating outward like beams. Symbols she couldn’t read curled around the edge.

On instinct, Hunger stirred inside her shadows after sensing her momentary distressed feeling. Chuckling halfheartedly, Cent reached for a pendant that had an onyx at the center of a small pentagram. Upon seeing this, the gray-colored eyes of Apollo Sky squirmed inside her thoughts. “What does this symbol mean?” “Curse to those whom you love,” whispered the wrinkled witch beneath her tattered pointy hat. Upon hearing her words, Cent let go of the pendant as if she was burnt from it. Her heart throbbed for no particular reason, the words occupying her mind as she touched her chest to calm her frantic heart. Because of this, Cent failed to notice the brewing danger around her.

She walked to the bedside and placed the box on the nightstand. "This is the Volpe family's oldest talisman… blessed at the Vatican. Lorenzo wore it as a child. It kept him safe. Now, it's time for it to return to him." She opened the box. Inside, resting on faded red velvet, was a cross. It was made of dark silver, with a small ruby at the intersection. The chain was a fine silver link. But through my second sight, I could see a sickening black aura continuously seeping from the cross.

"It’s moon-core silver. It only activates in the presence of the first foundations." ​The pendant pulled harder, forcing Seraphina to take several stumbled steps toward the rear of the cavernous hall. Lysander followed closely behind, his hand resting on the hilt of his dark blade, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. ​The light from the pendant shot forward in a single, concentrated beam, striking the base of a massive, shadowed wall at the very back of the sanctuary. The wall was covered in thick, centuries-old ivy and black moss, completely hidden from the rest of the room.

Asking the question, I stepped up to the table. Silas reached into a hidden pocket sewn deep inside a leather satchel. He pulled out a small wooden box and flipped the lid open. “This was buried under her spare boots,” Silas explained. He lifted a twisted iron pendant from the dark velvet lining. Staring at the object, a cold chill crawled up my spine. The pendant was shaped like a decaying crow skull. Thick black wire wrapped around the bone, forming a twisted seven-pointed star. It did not look like a normal piece of jewelry. It hummed with a faint, sickening energy that set my teeth on edge.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.

“A celestial binding relic. One capable of suppressing the wearer’s powers.” The High Priestess’s gaze flickered to him, measuring. “You understand the risk? Such items do not discriminate between souls.” “I do.” She turned, moving toward a stone chest at the back of the chamber. From within, she withdrew a delicate chain forged from pale, shimmering metal. At its center hung a small crystalline pendant that seemed to hold starlight within it. “This was crafted during the last Blood Moon convergence,” she said. “It binds the magic of whoever wears it. Severely.”