Novel & Cerita Blood Pendant

The gem pendant dangling from its end was blue in colour. My hunch had been right. Ingrid has the amulet.

I said to him before sobbing. I reached for my pendant and it still lit to a dim grey. I slowly pulled it over my head, away from my ponytail, then looked down at it in my hands. It was a solid black color. Its normal color. Like the clear midnight sky without the stars. The trapped dust inside made the pendant look more unique. Suddenly I felt empty. Like a huge part of me had left.

The only difference that the earlier light made was a pendant that appeared in his hands out of nowhere. “Here.” He dangled the pendant in front of me. It was a teardrop shaped, equipped with black straps and the substance that was used to make this pendant is soft, like rubber. “When you’re ready to reincarnate, break this pendant. It will immediately bring you into the world you want. However, you must be quick, because this pendant has it’s own expiry date.” Noel informed, his smile looked a bit fatigued. “Expiry date? When was that?”

blending into the background. I look down at the pendant in my hand. I flip it over and see it. The writing. It was true. "So, how would this pendant bring her back?" He smiles, "This necklace may seem like a mere trinket, but this was hand crafted by the moon goddess herself. It possesses an ancient authority that can break any chain...even the chains of death." "Why would you give something so precious to me?" He looks into my eyes warmly, like how a grandfather would do.

Coming from him, it feels like receiving a knightly title. "I wanted to give you something," he continues, reaching into his vest pocket. "A token of appreciation for your service to our Production." He holds out a small, velvet-lined box. I take it with trembling fingers, my pulse racing. I slowly pop the lid, and the breath leaves my lungs. Inside lies an antique pendant. It’s a delicate, five-pointed star crafted from what looks like aged, heavy gold, encrusted with tiny, shimmering diamonds that catch the studio lights like sparks of fire. It’s beautiful, but more than that, it feels... heavy.

"It mentions a gold pendant. Like the one Aaronne gave you." My hand instinctively goes to the necklace. "What does it say?" Florence reads aloud, her voice soft and careful. "'The Pendant of the Queen of Iris. Worn by the high priestesses of the northern tribes. Said to be infused with powerful magic, tied to the bloodline of a powerful witch and her ancestors. The pendant was passed down through generations, each wearer adding her own magic to its core. Legend has it that the pendant can protect its wearer from harm, amplify their power, and even reveal hidden truths.'"

Inside was an emerald necklace with a silver chain. It was flawless and intricate. The old lady put it around Clarissa’s neck and clasped it close. Clarissa’s fingers found the chain and traced it quietly. “You can work on moving the spell to this as you travel on the road. If you cannot remove the blessing from yourself, at least you will still have a pendant to offer as the relic. This pendant has an amazing potential for holding whatever spell they want to be placed on it.” Clarissa knew that if Stefan had not mentioned the quest to her, the purple sage had divined it.

“Why don’t you take a look at this, too?” “This chalcedony pendant was passed down from the emperor to his son in the Sui Dynasty. Eighty-eight high ranking monks actually set up an altar to consecrate Buddha and recite the scriptures for one hundred and eight days before making this pendant. It is worth at least three million dollars!” When the crowd heard that the chalcedony pendant was worth that much, they craned their necks to take a closer look at the pendant. Meanwhile, Zachary rubbed his nose in excitement as if he had just seen something priceless. He was staring right at the chalcedony pendant, itching to get his hands on it.

“Feel the pendant’s connection to your magic. It will lead you to its true purpose.” Zoe closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall into the rhythm of the energy surrounding her. She felt warmth spread from the pendant, pulsing through her hands and up her arms. A tingling sensation, almost like static electricity, danced across her skin. Images began to flash in her mind - memories of her mother wearing the pendant, a soft glow enveloping her as she murmured soothing words during childhood storms, moments that had always seemed like simple acts of comfort now held deeper meaning.