Gold Pendant Bloodborne の小説・ストーリー

“That's very good.” “What is it?” “A tracking anchor.” She picked it up. “Made from the blood of someone you want to find. If you have their blood on an object like this you can follow the scent anywhere.” She paused. “Even through chains.” Remi stared at it. “Whose blood?” Gemma looked at her steadily. “Where did you get Nero's blood?” “I didn't,” she said. “I got it from the path near the market. Where they dragged him.”

A welt was already rising across my palm in the exact shape of it. “Is that pure silver?” I asked. Damon stared at me. “Yes.” “Wolves can’t touch pure silver.” “I know. But you’re not a wolf,” he said. My throat bobbed as I cradled my hand against my chest. Damon blinked, slowly stooping to pick up the pendant between two fingers. It didn’t burn him at all. I looked down at my hand, already fading, the blood pouches apparently enhancing my rate of healing. But the outline of the moon was still faintly there.

My lungs heaved, chest tight. That was when the pendant pulsed. The glow from the floor bled into it, threads of red and silver winding into the jewel’s core. For a second the warehouse warped around me—walls stretching, air vibrating with whispers in a tongue I didn’t know but somehow understood. The bloodline awakens. The bridge cannot break. I staggered back, clutching the pendant. My vision blurred. And then a voice slid out of the shadows, calm, cruel. “Well, well. The little tracker finally stops running.”

It's made of silver, with a small gemstone in the center that glows faintly. "Take this," she says, handing it to me. "But you must ask Nix for permission before wearing it. It will help with the bloodthirst." I look at the pendant, then at Zephyr. He nods. 'I'll allow it,' Nix says in my head. 'For now.' I close my fingers around the pendant. It feels warm against my skin. Xena moves toward the door, but she pauses before leaving. She turns back to Zephyr with a knowing smile.

"Blood to blood." As the blood seeped into the pendant, the stone brightened, glowing a deep, rusty, red. I felt the power rush through me, out along the web to each of the others. I could only hope that they would follow it home.

A sinister smile flickered at the corner of her mouth. Leon sat thoughtfully on the sandalwood chair; his brows furrowed with the preoccupied look. Then, he pulled out the jade pendant he had been wearing from his underwear pocket. The jade pendant looks like a Rose, crystal clear. And there is a small piece of red-like blood in the middle of the jade pendant. It’s a rare blood jade. Leon looked at the jade pendant and his entire body fell into deep thought.

Third Person POV: Albert bends down and stretched his right hand out and picked up his Master Mr. Hanzo diamond Jewel pendant which was covered in his blood and was lying on ground beside his throat bone that was pulled out by Elena’s Dark blood ghost. Albert wiped blood stain of Diamond Jewel with his thumb and showed it to Draco… “You can see her here….” Albert said and handed Diamond Jewel pendant to Draco…

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."

Chapter 28 - Greatest Weapon, Greatest Threat Harrion Bergmont paced the dimly lit chamber, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the Bloodstone Amulet around his neck. The room was cold, illuminated only by the flickering light of a few scattered candles, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, and his mind raced with the weight of his mistakes. The amulet, though powerful, was not the complete artifact he had once hoped it to be. Its energy was erratic, its influence over the hollowed shells unstable, and the realization that Georgia could fight back against his control had shaken him to his core.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!