Bloodborne Gold Pendant Novels & Stories

But, instead of the matching necklace, one of the maids presents me with a thin, silvery chain bearing a unique pendant. The pendant is a crystal-shaped droplet, filled with what appears to be a single drop of blood. I'm taken aback by its realism, but as I hold it closer, I realize it's actually a clever imitation, crafted from plastic and encased in crystal. It's an intriguing piece, both beautiful and unsettling. "Why not the diamond necklace?" I ask, pointing to the sparkling gemstones that adorn the delicate chain, perfectly matching my earrings. "It's a perfect match," I reason, expecting the maid to agree.

On her eighteenth birthday, her mother and grandmother told her the secret about Zeru’s birth and gifted her something her father left for her. Zeru’s mother, “Your father wanted me to give you this on your eighteenth birthday as the coming-of-age gift. It is a precious heirloom that he got from his father, and now it is yours.” Zeru took the box in her hands. It was a gold-plated rectangular box. She slowly opened it and inside there was a large white diamond pendant. Zeru carefully looked at it and said, “It looks like a diamond but it isn’t one, mother. Looks more like crystal.”

The box was carved with ancient writings, probably Greek or Latin. It was black and was not much bigger than a jewelry box. I opened it and found two pieces of jewelry. One was the sun ring I was looking for, and the other was a bracelet I had forgotten about. It was a silver chain decorated with ruby diamonds. Those diamonds were capable of resisting compulsion from any Genesis Vampire.

The pendant was a stunning crescent moon, adorned with intricate filigree and vines, mirroring the exact design of Raziel's mark. The necklace was crafted from solid 14k gold, and its surface glittered radiantly in the light. My heart fluttered at the thought of being marked by him, but for real this time. I hadn't asked him to mark me again since everything happened. I knew when the time was right, he would mark me again.

Zohan showed his concern, “My lord. Worry not. The pendant’s presence indicates we are ahead of our success. She must be alive.” Karen knitted his eyebrows while holding the pendant close to his heart, “Happy to hear, but how can you say this?” “My lord, the pendant is pure… out of the blood. She must not have hurt or maybe she must have survived.” Zohan replied while snorting deeply. Karen too snorted to find the smell of Akshara, he exhaled in distress, “It’s unclear, the pendant is here but I can’t sense her smell. What would have happened to her?”

Azraiel exhales and they take their places again. “So”, Azraiel begins, “A blood stained cloth, a book, a moonstone pendant and wolfsbane.” “The pendant is encased in silver.” Charlotte remarks eyeing the moonstone laid out on the table. Azraiel’s brows furrow. “Can I see them?” He asks Charlotte. Charlotte nods, probably thinking about the contents revealed from the bag. He carefully picks up the lilac cloth and sniffs it. The smell is faint but still present. An indescribable look covers his face as he passes the fabric to Theo. “Tell me if you think the same.”

“Perhaps this moment of crisis is exactly the right time.” I stared at the box, confused. “Igor, what is this? I don’t need a gift. I need a contingency plan.” He gave a slight, wry smile. “This is part of the contingency plan. It’s an anchor. A tether.” He opened the box. Inside, resting on the velvet, was a necklace. It wasn't flashy. It was a fine, heavy platinum chain, and suspended from it was a small, perfectly smooth, cylindrical pendant. It was about an inch long, simple and discreet, crafted from dark, polished titanium—a material that absorbed light rather than reflecting it. It looked expensive, minimalist, and completely anonymous.

“A murder present. My favorite.” Still, curiosity was a stronger drug than fear. I carried it inside, set it on the counter, and untied the ribbon. Inside was a pendant. Silver. Heavy. Shaped like a wolf’s head. Its eyes glinted red in the dim light, twin pinpricks of something that looked too alive to be stone. I picked it up. The chain slithered through my fingers, cool and delicate. The pendant itself pressed warm against my palm. Too warm. The warmth grew, pulsing faintly. Like a heartbeat.

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

Ash, went dead silent inside my mind, stunned into absolute submission by the revelation. “You were covered in blood…” the old man gasped, his eyes wide and pleading. “...only a few months old... someone wanted you dead…” Before the scream could finally tear out of my throat, his shaking fingers groped beneath the collar of his cloth. He pulled a heavy, tarnished pendant that had seen better years. It was a silver moon, split right down the middle. Strange runes were etched into the metal symbols that bore no resemblance to the script of the Southern courts or any of the markings I've seen in the North. It was entirely alien.