Bloodborne Gold Pendant Novels & Stories

"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.'"

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.”

I needed to finish this ceremony, then I could take her to our room and ravish her the way she deserves. Turning my attention to Garret, I extend my hand for him to join me on the platform. He stood beside his father, smiling happily as I took the Gamma pendent off Bennett and placed it on Garret. The uniquely crafted pendant was made of a rare moonstone that glowed with an inner radiance. Garret clasped it in his hands, squeezing it tight as a signifying his commitment to me and the pack. He and I then clasped hands as our hands began to glow with a silver, luminous light. I felt the bond shift, cutting ties with Bennett and starting new ones with Garret.

I asked her again. Ember’s gaze deepened, as though she were looking far beyond my face. Slowly, she reached for a small wooden box on the table beside her. Its surface was worn smooth, and faint carvings of curling vines ran along the edges. She opened it with care, and from the box, she lifted a pendant, a teardrop-shaped crystal of pale gold, caged within silver filigree. Threads of light seemed to coil and uncoil within it. The chain was thin but strong, woven from some metal I did not recognize. "This," she said, holding it in her palm, "is the Anchor of Breath. It was forged long before I was born. It binds the soul to the body that wears it but not for long."

She opened the white box, pulled out a necklace, and handed it to Arah. She inspected it—a thin chain with an unsettling silver pendant, intricate and heavy, resting in the palm of her hand. Her fingers brushed the cold metal, and a chill crawled up her spine. The pendant depicted a coiled figure of a woman with snakes for hair, their tiny heads frozen mid-strike. “This looks... interesting,” she whispered under her breath. The figure’s hollow eyes sent a prickle along her skin. It wasn’t just the pendant’s physical weight—it felt like it carried something darker, something alive.

Even from behind a wall, I felt the tension snap taut like a wire pulled to the edge of breaking. Mrs. White's eyes widened. Her pupils dilated. Her breathing grew shallow. Harper stepped forward with ceremonial grace, her movements precise and deliberate. She carried a black velvet box in both hands like it held a fragment of fate. She opened it slowly. Inside was a gold chain with a blood-red gemstone—cut into a teardrop, dark and gleaming. Even from this distance, it looked heavy. Harper's voice was soft. Controlled. "This pendant is for those who carry blood debts. If you believe your daughter is in danger—this is your chance to protect her."

“But make no mistake. I will get what I want, and you will do as I say. One way or another, I will get wolfsbane into your system. And if anyone makes too much fuss, then I’ll simply slap a pair of these on you instead. I wouldn’t recommend this option, however, because I’m told it stings terribly.” He laughed as he held out a pair of silver manacles. Ben shuttered at the sight of them, the same reaction any wolf would give at seeing silver. Just then, the girl across the camp snarled as she tried and failed to attack another rogue who was clearly toying with her. “What’s the deal with that girl,” Ben couldn’t help but ask.

“It was forged from the old white gold mines.” When it was discovered, there had been a rush on the rare and precious ore. So all that remained of white gold today were ancient artifacts. They were rare and would stand out. Clarissa always wore a pendant, which dangled enticingly beneath the hem of her neckline leaving the shiny heart tucked away against her soft warmth. The pendant could easily have been white gold but the chain was not. Quanno continued. “In the center are 7 elemental stones to represent each eternal element. It is the key.” Quanno emphasized.

Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.

“I only want the pendant in your possession. I won’t harm him.” “Cut the crap.” Andrius said bluntly, “I’ll give you the pendant, so let them go.” He raised his hand as he spoke, the pendant appearing in his palm. Carved on it was a divine beast howling at the sky, vivid and lifelike. It was the last missing piece that Arthur lacked. “Excellent!” Arthur’s gaze was immediately drawn to the pendant, his eyes burning with excitement. “As expected of the Wolf King of Florence. I like how straightforward you are. Throw the pendant over and I’ll release them. How does that sound?”