Gold Pendant Bloodborne の小説・ストーリー

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

Then, without warning, she tosses the silk bundle toward me. ‎ ‎Instinctively I catch it. The ribbon unravels on its own, and the silk falls open. ‎ ‎Inside lies a small silver relic. It's a moon-shaped pendant, darkened and cracked, pulsing faintly with a sickly blue light. ‎ ‎ ‎

“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.”

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.”

It was like a voice whispering at the edge of her mind, promising ruin. Yoona raised her hands, whispering an incantation in a language so old it vibrated through the air like thunder beneath the skin. The runes flared and then dimmed, the wall dissolving into mist. The three of them stepped through. The chamber was vast and suffocating, lit by a dozen black candles whose flames burned blue instead of gold. At the center of the room, on a pedestal carved from obsidian, lay the Bloodstone , a jagged crystal, glowing with a sinister, pulsing red. Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long.

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.

"That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died." Silver Bloods, star-shaped pendant... What's next? I asked myself all this, even though deep down, I knew he wasn't lying. When Dr. Carter had extracted the blood from Melissa, it had been silver. And also, there was that one time Hannah had her fangs out, and h

Their robes rustle like dry leaves. “Is it Audrey?” Anika asks. Her voice drops to a sharp whisper. “No,” I say. I snatch my heaviest leather grimoire from the desk. I shove a thick glass bottle of moon-salt into my coat pocket. “Audrey does not have her pendant,” I say. “She does not have the stamina for this level of possession. This requires a blood sacrifice.” “Blood magic leaves a stench,” Cordelia says. She steps closer. She grips my forearm.

"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?"

She clutches the necklace around her neck, in her hand, a delicate pendant hanging from it, glinting softly in the night. Rancel takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she calls out into the empty night. Her whispering echoes a bit. “Mother... I hope you can hear me.” Her words hang in the crisp night air, carried away by the wind. Rancel's gaze remains locked on the pendant, a family heirloom that had been passed down to her from her vampiric mother.