Bloodborne Gold Pendant Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from my hand and splattered onto the hardwood. I stood there breathing hard, staring at my shattered reflection. Pathetic. At the broken man staring back at me through a hundred shattered pieces. Slowly, my hand slipped into my pocket. My bloody fingers sank deep until it closed around a small velvet box. The gift I'd bought for her. The gift I'd been carrying around like a fool. I popped open that box. A pendant. A heavy gold pendant sitting against the shiny blue silk. Simple. Elegant. And most importantly,

“Regina Hale has been hunting for the ‘First Shift’ pendant—a relic from the fallen Silvermoon Pack. It was auctioned off to a private collector last week.” I didn't hesitate. “Drain the Ashford emergency vault. I don’t care if it costs us our last shipment of wolfsbane. Get me that pendant.” By the next morning, the velvet box sat on my desk. It was the key to my survival. I headed straight for the Ironfang luxury sector, a place where the scent of old money and high-tier predators was thick enough to choke on. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. As I walked into the relic boutique to finalize the authentication, I smelled them. Lilies and ozone.

He rested his palm on my thigh while he read the little note I wrote him. I listened to him read. “Win or lose, I’ll have your back like the Wildcat on your shirt, Love Odessa.” He opened the black velvet pouch and dropped the pendant in his palm. “Where did you get this, sweetheart?” He traced his thumb along the wolf-shaped pendant with a golden chain. The wolf’s eye was made of emerald, and the pendant was made of solid gold. It cost me a pretty penny. “From a jewellery shop in town. When he heard it was for you, he put a rush on manufacturing. Do you like it?” I asked, biting my bottom lip.

I requested. "And how would you want it to be? Or perhaps do you want to check the one we have in store?" he asked. "Yes, I would love that," I replied, and he led the way. My eyes raked over the pendants he set out for me. He kept giving explanations of how beautiful they are. I stopped when I saw a silver necklace that had a petal-shaped pendant with a diamond in it. "This is called lotus flower, a rare pendant made by Carlisle," he introduced. I knew the craftsman, a very popular man who is known for his artistry skills, and also this pendant reminded me of my mate's wolf.

My fingers moved to the oval pendant hanging against my collarbone. There was barely any of the dark stone left. Fine cracks covered what remained, and through them I could see the gold beneath, It looked almost liquid. The pendant gave off a faint warmth against my skin, rising and falling with the beat of my heart as I shut my eyes tighter. I gathered my magic and drew it toward my chest. Then I pushed some of it into the pendant. I wanted to see what was inside. The moment my magic touched it, everything went wrong. The pendant snapped.

It took a while for everyone’s emotions to settle down. “How do I know he is who you say he is?” Cornelius asked with great difficulty. “Your majesty will surely recognize this.” Mira took the pendant Jack had given her. Cornelius, Baldwin, Matthew and Harry stared unblinkingly at the pendant which was a small glass bottle with a dried lily flower. They knew all too well what it was…All the heirs of Zumerong would carry it on their person. Cornelius and Baldwin had seen it with Alexander while Matthew and Harry had seen it with Jerome.

Persephone asked as she held up a gold pendant I’d never forget, even in my foggy childhood memories. “Jonathan?” Persephone asked, placing her hand against my cheek. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I…I feel like I have. That…” I gulped as I stared at the pendant that once hung around my mother’s neck. As the pendant spun, I saw the Weaver Celtic crescent moon and star on one side and the Silvercloud owl totem on the other. It was my mother’s. How did it get here? What else is in the box? The box is far too big to have just contained the pendant.

Business first and lots of pleasure later. “What did Ziyah talk to you about using the pendant?” I asked her. “Pendants like this are usually created for a specific person. Since it’s tied to them specifically, they are usually accessed by that person’s blood. She wasn’t certain if the blood needed to be placed on it or if a nick would work. I suppose we just need to guess and check.” She just shrugged her shoulder, unsure which one would produce the result. “You’ve got this, love.” I kissed her lips and took a few steps away since we had no idea what was going to happen.

Just the stillness of a grave and the quiet hum of power leaking from its roots. The Bone Tree. It stood like a sentinel in a clearing, branches twisted like reaching arms, and hanging from one of them, just above eye level, was something swaying gently in the air. A pendant. Small. Worn. Carved from what looked like real bone, its surface etched with the Hollowborn sigil. Her breath hitched. As she stepped closer, the air thickened. A pressure pressed against her chest like a second heartbeat, heavier with every pace. Sweat gathered along her neck. She reached up—and the pendant snapped free into her palm with a sharp sting.

He smiled sitting up a little but ensuring to keep his eyes locked to mine, at first I did begin to panic that he wanted us to do more spicy things but when he reached up and unclips the solid gold chain he always kept around his neck and slowly lifted my head to place the heavy metal on my neck, I looked at him and the beautiful chain a little confused. It was by far the most detailed but beautiful jewellery I had seen; the chain seemed to be solid gold while the pendent which dangled seemed to be a mixture of gold, bronze and little gems that glistened in the sun. The shape was of a beautiful crown that now lay against my neck where two sets of initials stood.