Bloodborne Gold Pendant Novels & Stories

She glanced to the side; Gladia followed Lia’s gaze with a frown. “What is it this time?” Gladia jeered. Light and airy footsteps echoed in the distance, as if whoever owned those feet were walking on air, and then golden light began to shine from Gladia’s chest. It was the pendant — the gold sparkling against Gladia’s white shirt. “What—what is this?!” Gladia’s hiss rose to a shriek, clawing at the pendant as though it had turned molten, burning her. Her fingers tore at the chain, but it refused to snap. The glow only intensified, crawling across her skin like fireflies turning into flames.

It stuttered, with seemingly uncontrollable excitement. Ding Hao was surprised, but he didn't say anything. "Who exactly are you... Could you be...." The golden light seemed to have remembered something and grew even more excited. A golden arm suddenly stretched out from the light and kept extending. In the twinkling of an eye, it fetched the green jade pendant and drew it back together with the golden threads that had been pierced into Ding Hao's body. A drop of Ding Hao's light golden blood was dripped on the jade pendant.

he replied softly, his eyes filled with anticipation. When I opened the box, I saw a heart-shaped pendant made of gold. The pendant's left side is adorned with a row of small, round-cut diamonds set in a pave setting, adding a subtle sparkle. The centerpiece is a large, round-cut, flawless white diamond held in place by a delicate prong setting. The chain was a classic cable link, perfectly complementing the pendant's warm tone. "Is there a special occasion? Why are you giving me a gift like this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

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.

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.”

A sinister smile flickered at the corner of her mouth. Leon sat thoughtfully on the sandalwood chair; his brows furrowed with the preoccupied look. Then, he pulled out the jade pendant he had been wearing from his underwear pocket. The jade pendant looks like a Rose, crystal clear. And there is a small piece of red-like blood in the middle of the jade pendant. It’s a rare blood jade. Leon looked at the jade pendant and his entire body fell into deep thought.

"The pendant will hide you, but it feeds on your strength. Don't wear it too long, or it will drain you completely." The metal was searing now. I could smell something like burnt herbs filling the air. "How long is too long?" "A few hours at most. And never while you sleep." Maeve's voice was serious. "This pendant was made from the bones of the last Blackthorne who tried to hide from his enemies. It didn't end well for him." "Second, you need allies. People you can trust to watch your back." Maeve's eyes were serious. "The boy who saved you tonight - can you trust him?"

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.

“This is no ordinary ornament, Jaiyana. This necklace… carries a power, a responsibility. And I believe the time has come for it to rest with you.” Jaiyana’s eyes widened in disbelief as Padma released the clasp and, with a reverent delicacy, handed her the necklace. Jaiyana looked at the necklace with new eyes. The pendant gleamed with a light of its own, a soft, molten gold at its core that seemed to pulse with a hidden fire. Tiny flecks of crimson and emerald shimmered within it, as though fragments of sunlight and forest had been captured in crystalline form. The chain was delicate yet strong, woven with an artistry that whispered of centuries of careful guardianship.