Grey Fullbuster Necklace Novels & Stories

Nelson walks in holding Jessica's hand and greets Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sweetly. Grandfather Gray holds Nelson up to seats him on his lap. He reaches into his pocket to pulls out a black velvet box and hands it to Nina Morrison, "Nina, take it." When Nina Morrison opens the box it's a simple and classic black jade ring. On the velvet side, there is a half-moon chrysanthemum inlayed by the white jade. Nina Morrison's heart thumps. On the door of Gray Family, there is also a half-moon chrysanthemum...

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

- Her voice became thinner and sickening, her expression was one of nausea, however I held her shoulders, Luci widened their irises staring at mine without understanding that sudden approach. _______ What...? - She babbled strangely to me. _______ Is she a redhead? - I question nervously and at the same time feeling my heart jump in my chest with force. _______ Yeah... - I didn't let her finish talking, I ran to the parking door, however I stopped turning to look at the static brunette who blinked without understanding anything.

The diamond necklace—once glittering, now blackened like obsidian—dangled from her fingers. “Explain this,” she said. “Why does a necklace turn black the moment it touches my skin?” My heart thudded once—hard. This was a death question. One wrong word and I’d never leave this room. I met her gaze. Steady. Honest. “The necklace was a gift from a friend. He told me it darkens in the presence of wolfsbane. He was worried—new pack, new alliances, jealousy. He wanted me protected.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re saying I’ve been poisoned.”

The base of the entire necklace was made from solid white gold that had been treated to turn completely pitch black, like charcoal or burnt wood. This dark metal represented the past, the pain, and the destruction that the syndicate had faced. But climbing right up out of the black metal were dozens of tiny, hand-carved silver vines that held the most incredible gemstones. The main stones were giant, flawless emeralds that were a bright, electric green. They looked like fresh, radioactive leaves growing out of the dark soil after a terrible forest fire. The way the bright green emeralds sparkled against the matte black metal was incredibly powerful and fast-paced. It told a story of a queen

he softly and nervously asked and I did not immediately notice that he was holding a black box with a necklace inside of it. I could not quite see what the necklace looked like because I was just looking at him from the mirror and to get him to leave this room right away, I just nodded. He quickly went behind me and gently put the necklace on me and that was the time that I clearly saw the whole features of the necklace. It is a gold necklace and it has a water drop pendant which made my forehead creased. Water drop as a pendant? Of all numbers of pendants, why water drop? What is the meaning of this?

I guess that is another sign, that he really is the true king. We left the store where we had left the bags, and I led him to one of the more excluded areas of the town. I had ordered a special kind of necklace, one that would not break when he shift. It was made in titanium and with a little magic, with the help of Greta.

He just smiled and pulled something from behind his back, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. Except this wasn’t a rabbit. It was a velvet jewellery box. He popped it open. Inside was a pendant necklace that made Tiffany’s look like Claire’s Accessories. It wasn’t showy—no diamonds vomiting from every corner—but the design was clean, elegant, and rich in that quiet, terrifying way. The stone in the centre was pale violet, almost glowing, with flashes of icy blue and silver when it caught the light. Grandidierite. Rare as hell. Stupidly expensive.

I walked in and a woman, who looked like she was in her late 20s stood behind the large glass that displayed all the jewellery. “Alpha, Killian, welcome. How can I be of service to you today?” My eyes trailed to the necklaces and there were so much options, I could not choose. “I need a necklace for a girl, it has to be something special.” “Hm, what colour are her eyes?” “Her eyes...they’re a dull green, but sparkle underneath the light,” I said, a smile gracing my lips. “A moment please.” The lady walked into the back and came back a few minutes later with a white case. She opened it up and my eyes landed on the most building necklace I had ever seen. The pendant was silver and was shaped l

Francesco instinctively leaned forward slightly as even Mufasa stood up completely now as the lion’s muscles tightened and the atmosphere inside the room shifted heavily. The entire room fell silent around Francesco the very moment Mr Pietro revealed a necklace carved entirely in black, the chain itself was made of polished obsidian beads, each one smooth, dark and reflective beneath the amber chandelier light “this is amazing” Francesco said in his head as he looked at the necklace. The necklace did not look expensive in the ordinary sense but yet the moment Francesco laid eyes on it...he felt something strange and powerful.