Blood Pendant Novels & Stories

I’ve of course noticed it before, but I haven’t asked yet what it is, or what it means. “Here.” I blink in surprise as he takes it off his own neck and then drapes it around mine, fastening it at the back. The pendant is a bird with wings outstretched, and it’s warm from his skin as it lays against mine. “I want you to have this, to wear it and keep it close.” My brow furrows as I reach up between my bare breasts to hold the little bird pendant. I bring it up into the moonlight, and it’s then I realize it’s also got a little tab at the base of it.

He brought out the pendant and handed it over to Eretria. The pendant has a symbol that looks like that of her tattoo. "This pendant looks like a royal one, where did you get this from," Eretria questioned her. Cara looked away from her, not saying anything. "As we could not find Priya's gold chain, this is now going to be hers." She said to Cara and turned to Priya and gave her the pendant as a compensation for her lost chain.

Which lies over my heart. Huh. I inspect my mother’s silver pendant. It was a gift from Dad when they first met. He was supposedly so enamored when he first laid eyes on her that he spent actual money to buy it for her instead of swiping it. The pendant itself is a plain thing, but there’s an elegance in its simplicity. It’s in the shape of a small sphere, no bigger than a quarter, with delicate floral engravings decorating its surface. The smallest of holes where the pendant meets its loop seems like a mistake that only adds to its beauty.

Like something from another life rather than my own. She nodded slowly. “And this is you.” Her finger pointed gently to the baby in a light shawl. The baby held tightly onto a silver crescent necklace. Unconsciously, I brought my own hand up to my throat. The same pendant. It has been with me all of my life. No one had ever bothered to tell me where it had come from or by whom it had been put around my neck. Gently, I stretched towards the painting. My fingers paused before touching the canvas.

She looked down at her hands, then slowly lowered her gaze to the tarnished silver pendant resting against her chest. ​Suddenly, a strange, electric pulse shot through the leather cord. ​She looked closer. Beneath the pale, silver light of the moon high above, the featureless face of the old pendant didn't look dull anymore. Deep beneath the scratched surface, a faint, ethereal pattern began to pulse—a intricate, glowing labyrinth of silver lines that formed the shape of a blooming star, illuminating her fingers with a cold, beautiful light that lasted for just three seconds before plunging her back into the dark.

The pendant was like a rod kind of, like a small container that could fit a small amount of water or any light substance. “There are no swords,” I said to her as I slowly walked over to the wall where the necklace hanged. “They couldn’t find the rest of the weapons because they were looking for weapons.” I’m sure she doesn’t understand what I was saying, but she would and it’s not really necessary. I brought down the rope-made necklace attached to the pendant. Like I guessed, the pendant was indeed a small container and it has an opener. I opened it and voila! There was a powdery substance kept inside. Could it be the jade seed we seek or something else?

And in her arms– a baby…me? The second item is a pendant– cold silver, the same symbol as that of the mystery cloaked man. A few more books and small jewelry boxes lay inside, but I can't take my eyes off the pendant. I stare, heart racing, reaching out slowly… Then I touch it. My breath catches as it feels like the room shakes, my whole world going blank for a full minute. I lurch backward, gasping, my body drenched in sweat. The box is still there, open. The pendant burns red-hot before it cools like nothing happened.

He took the pendant chain from my hand and asked me-" May I?" I nodded while giving him a little smile, He said-" turn around" I turned around while removing my hairs from the neck giving me space to tie the chain" PRIAM POV: I wanted to make her wear the pendant by myself. But her parents were there with others so I couldn't act, So after they left I came directly to her room. She was happy to see the pendant, I am glad she liked it, I have made it from my country from the most experienced jeweler. It was the moonstone. The symbol of my love.

— now he is standing in front of me, sleepy and disheveled, in an old turtleneck. — Hi, Dean. We're going... It's time.— I think my voice trembled a little.— Are you ready?— — Always.—Dean smiled, but the smile was more like a grimace.—I bought something at the antique shop here for you. For some reason I saw and realized that it would suit you ... — Soft and cold hands fastened the chain around my neck. My heart skipped a beat. This pendant... An openwork frame, similar to metal lace, was decorated on all sides with an azure iridescent stone with a rose painted on it.

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.”