Romans & histoires Bloodborne Gold Pendant

Ailina nodded, “Alright, Dad, but you don’t know where to buy it. Give me the money. I will buy it myself. I buy an identical one.” I thought for a moment, ‘Anyway, I had never seen that pendant before. I could just give Ailina money directly to save me more trouble. “Alright, how much it is?” I asked. She smiled and said, “Fifty eight thousand!” “What? Why is the gold pendant so expensive?” I was just about to transfer money from my phone, but my hand immediately stopped when I heard the figure. “Dad, you may forget that it is a jet embedded.” She titled her and looked at me innocently.

With my shivering hands, I grabbed out my phone with the thought that asking for help from someone rather than moving alone ahead would be the best choice now. So, when I tried to dial Hermes, suddenly my left snicker hit something hard and metallic underneath on the forest path, making me lift my gaze down at something shiny which was lying on the forest trail path. But the sight ran my blood cold in dread, as I felt stifled inside to process what was happening at that moment! Kneeling down, I saw the shiny hard thing was that diamond ‘$’ pendant that I had seen hanging on that old pervert’s gold chain. But now, that diamond pendant was covered with dark red blood, still warm as if someone

“I’ve had it made since the night you told me you were pregnant. But I waited—for the right moment.” Elianna blinked in surprise as he pulled out a small, polished box made of deep onyx and Xaerathian glass. Runes shimmered on its surface. Her breath caught. He opened it. Inside, nestled on a bed of silver ash petals, was a pendant—a teardrop of crystal bound in golden dragonclaw, glowing softly from within. But what shimmered inside the crystal wasn’t gemstone. It was fire—real, living flame, gently flickering as if alive.

He saw that my pendant was glowing and took it out underneath my shirt, "What the hell is this?" To answer his question, his face and hands started to burn. I could smell the burning flesh and it made me gag. He immediately recoiled from the pendant and staggered back and his clothes were starting to burn him as well. He was screaming and shouting because the burn didn't stop worming around his body and in an instant, he turned into ash. By now, I could tell my face had that look of shock. With shaking hands, I slowly touched the pendant to look at it. It was still glowing, and the red liquid inside was boiling, while the gold specks had turned blue.

It was her mother’s blood that tainted Deandra’s. The tainted blood flew in the air around them. Then Lucas completed the job by pulling it into a bottle that he just made. He casted protection spell to ensure they were not being eavesdropped. Without being told again, Deandra unfolded her side of story. “So… You’re basically ordinary human. That make me wonder how could you understand animal’s language?” Hilda was being clever. “Right. I almost forgot.” Deandra pulled out her black chain necklace from behind her front dress. A pendant hung on the chain. “This is made from a soft breathable fabric.” No one understood on why she told them that. Then she unhooked the pendant.

“I was going to give it to you on your sixteenth birthday, but of course… I wasn’t there for that.” I took the pendant carefully, cradling it in my palm. It was simple, but beautiful—crafted from silver with a pale, glowing stone set in the center. Moonstone. The moonstone caught the light softly, shimmering with a faint luminescence. “It’s stunning,” I breathed, turning it carefully between my fingers. “Moonwolves wear these,” she explained, brushing the edge of the pendant with her thumb. “Only those born of moonwolf blood. They glow brighter beneath the full moon.”

Golden thread embellished the bodice and hem in intricate patterns that told ancient stories of our kingdom—tales of unity between werewolves and Lycans that predated the divisions that Theo and I now worked to heal. My feet were adorned with shoes of soft gold leather, crafted to be both regal and comfortable enough to withstand the hours of ceremony ahead. Around my neck hung a pendant of intertwined silver and gold—symbolic of our united bloodlines. Bracelets clinked softly at my wrists, and my ears bore the weight of teardrop gems that caught the light each time I moved my head. "Your mother would be so proud," Christian said from the doorway, his usual mischievous smile replaced by some

There inside lay a thick tome and a necklace among the shattered glass. “I guess that confirms you’re both connected to the ruling family, and they aren’t all dead. I wonder how that got here and when. It’s the only piece missing from that collection, and many have searched for it on both sides of the war. People died in search of it.” The large pendant hung on a heavy chain. It wasn’t gold or silver. Gemma couldn’t identify the metal. The pendant appeared to consist of a strange flower she couldn’t identify, an intricate sword crossed with a sceptre.

Anberine said tartly as she resumed working on the concoction. “What are they paying you?” Skye muttered almost raising his voice as he managed to resume fanning the smell out the room despite coughing heavily at the window. This had to be a killing potion or something, how else could anyone explain the putrid smell? “A diamond necklace” Anberine replied bluntly as she fished out a golden pendant with her free hand, the pendant itself contained a diamond the size of a bird's egg. Gawking at the pendant in shock in disbelief.

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.