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I stumbled back, my bow clattering to the ground, and felt my heart racing in my chest. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the amulet Zayn had given me was glowing a bright, pulsing light. At the same time, I could see that my own amulet was beginning to crack and splinter like it was about to shatter into a million pieces. I was completely confused and disoriented, my mind spinning like a whirlwind. What was happening to me? Why was the amulet glowing like that? And why was my own amulet falling apart?

There were two angles at the upper corner of the glass portrait. I looked around myself , if it were not for the potions , stuff of witchcraft , spell books . the pages scattered on the table and an amulet with reddish violet gemstone and a silver tear drop frame around the gemstone with a silver colored chain,hanging from a stand. This place was a witch's or warlock's magic lair .I tried to touch the amulet but my hand passed through it. This kind of amulet is usually worn by witches or warlocks to control their power. I stepped back and looked around.

A velvet pouch. I frowned, grabbing it. The pouch felt warm, like it had been held recently. I loosened the string and tipped it over. An amulet slid into my palm. It was glowing faintly with a strange, pulsing light. It looks just like the one Lydia used to wear back then. The same one she always touched whenever she spoke to someone… especially Ryan. “What are you?” I whispered, turning it over. It wasn’t just jewelry. I didn’t know exactly what it was, but it looked wrong. Powerful. Dangerous even. Like something that didn’t belong in a normal wolf pack.

Just as before, I feel compelled to place the amulet against the matching spiral carved into the pool's edge. The moment the silver disc makes contact, the chamber fills with whispers—thousands of voices speaking simultaneously in languages I don't recognize yet somehow understand. The carvings on the walls shift and flow, rearranging into new patterns that tell stories of bonds formed, broken, and healed throughout Lycan history. "What do you see?" Alexander asks, his voice strained. "Bonds," I answer, transfixed by the flowing symbols. "So many different kinds. Mate bonds, pack bonds, bloodline bonds..." I focus on the patterns that seem most relevant to our situation. "Here—this shows mat

"Let's see what was worth hiding." He pulled the first book over. It was a ledger of some sort, boring and financial. He set it aside. He reached for the second book. It was smaller, bound in cracked red leather. There was no title on the spine, but the cover... Jael went still. "Amalia," he said softly. "Look at this." Amalia leaned in, swallowing a bite of her sandwich. Burned into the leather cover was a drawing. It was stylized, ancient, but the subject was unmistakable. A wolf. A wolf with fur depicted by jagged, flame-like strokes.

Soon after, the book opened by itself, and a new magic diagram in the shape of black lighting was created on one of its pages. Armadale did not die, because his rune stone was not broken, however, due to Edmund’s powerful curse spell, the book suffered a fatal injury. The glittery leather book cover was badly ripped as it fell to the ground. The grimoire itself was like a substitute of his body; he could feel the pain whenever the book was torn apart. “Amy!” Jeremiah yelled in panic, “are you okay?” “Look at me, boy!” Armadale moaned, “Do I look okay to you?”

When she spoke, her voice layered with Genevieve's familiar venom: "Mother says hello, little sister." The paralyzed Lumen warriors began to twitch. Their eyes flooded black as one by one, they rose, no longer wolves, but puppets of shadow and flesh, their movements synchronized like marionettes on invisible strings. Eric's claws unsheathed with a sound like ringing steel. "The amulet. It's not just a key, it's an instrument. Use it now." The fused metal burned icy hot against my sternum. I didn't know how to wield it, didn't understand,

Alexander picked up on another detail in the latest uploads: they were all sporting jade amulets around their necks, eerily reminiscent of the Holy Jade Amulet. Clearly, someone was baiting the warriors and adventurers to come to them. "Notice anything?" Amber was clueless. "A bit. It's not too complicated," Alexander said, the picture of ease. He turned to Amber's aunt by marriage. "Just leave the phone with me. I'll handle this mess." It was high time to sort out the mess that was Grimalkin. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face, her sobs growing louder.

“Amulet’s like that are dangerous, and using them is just as bad.” “I won’t have to use it,” Corvu’s voice responded, “, have you heard how much Daemonaria are willing to pay for an amulet like that?” “What color was it?” “It was an amethyst.” “Humph.” The barkeep sounded pleased, “Keep that one close. You never know where she got that amulet from. It might be why she’s here. Just see if she’ll give it to you.” They were after the amulet? It was just like Patricia said. She was human and understood that Daemonaria would want this amulet, and that included Corvu. He was only being nice to me to get to the amulet.

" Look! This is a different color of blue compared to the color of your amulet. " He closely looked to his amulet and compared it to the amulet in the book. He also gives me a wondering look, he's confused. (You can see the picture of Kyle's amulet in my page, PitchdarkqueenKleyr Stories. Comment down below if you already saw it so that I can notice you fast.) " Maybe what you think is not the true story behind this mysterious picture. " While I'm saying that, I remember how Cristelle and I fought. Everything she said flashed in my head.