Harry Potter Cursed Necklace Novels & Stories

He turned, holding a stunning necklace with black and opalescent stones on it. "This has moonstone and black tourmaline and will reflect any of the dark energies your mother or any other will cast upon you. Wear it at all times. If it's removed and several spells have already been cast upon you, they will all bombard you simultaneously," he said as he clasped the pretty necklace around my neck. I glanced over at him. "You are a wizard or warlock, aren't you," I stated boldly and he chuckled,"something like that." Arram snapped his fingers and a steaming cup of tea appeared. He asked if either of us wanted anything and we both shook our heads no.

Why? “This is my parting gift to you,” he said, “This necklace would react to poison, curse, and dangerous power. The green stone will turn red if it detects sorcery or fatal toxins. I still don’t believe that Hogan was cursed. You can test his necklace if you want.” He placed the necklace in my hand. As I fixed my gaze on the green necklace that might have special meaning to Regis since he’s carrying this with him around his neck, I pondered why he would give me such a precious thing.

Erik said to the little Professor with an approving nod. "Director Bones, I ask you to take note of the student's name and how it was found, please." Directo Bones noded, and signaled to Auror Shacklebolt, who was taking the notes. She then said to Auror Hammer. "Hammer, open the box to confirm its contents. Robards, identify the enchantment." Both Aurors nodded and Hammer opened the box to find a silver necklace with a crystal in drop-like shape tied in. Auror Robards soon started to cast diagnose spells on it. After 30 seconds or so, he gave the result.

I mean I had just been attacked by some crazy hot dude, my freaking necklace went Harry Potter on me and he just burned into ashes. I think Derek might be hiding something, considering my necklace glowed like a shining beacon, and that alone heightened my curiosity. What if... OH MY GOD! What if Derek was Dumbledore's apprentice? Yeah! Think about it. Maybe he casted a spell on my necklace and whoever tried to hurt me would go kaboom. He said before that it would protect me whenever he was not there. I groaned. Mind out of the gutter, Reagan. Referencing this situation with Harry Potter was absurd. It would be impossible for Derek to do such a thing but ARGH! Whatever! I'm getting some answe

There are a few pages—some descriptions of the first signs of corruption, a line about the Hollow resisting before finally giving in, and a brief mention of the witch buried below the land. And then it stops. Abruptly. No closing. No conclusion. Just a page with a faded mark, and silence after that. It doesn’t feel right. I flip through the back, hoping for a loose page or note—but instead, something small falls into my lap with a whisper-soft sound. A necklace. It’s beaded with tiny smooth stones, most of them pale and milky, one darker than the rest. It looks handmade, and old, but something about it pulses when I touch it. My fingertips tingle, and without thinking, I bring it to my neck

My face went numb as the word reverberated in my mind: dead. This wasn’t what the prophecy had foretold. Could the God and the wizard really be lying? My gaze fell upon a shiny object inside my bag. I realized my necklace was missing, and I reached into my purse, pulling it out; it was glowing brilliantly. An idea struck me. I hurried forward and gently placed the necklace around the baby’s neck, and its light intensified. We took a step back as the brightness filled the room. Moments later, the baby began to cry again.

I asked and she nodded her head. “I did not find the pond but I did find the necklace that happened to be cursed. Anybody who tried to steal it would suffer a terrible fate. It was just too easy to find it and somehow it happened to belong to another woman of the court, a woman who was as shrewd as she was cunning, a wicked woman who also loves keys. Does that ring any bells?” What absolute bullshit was this woman spewing?

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Her voice cracks like a whip as she raises her hands, whispering words older than the earth itself. “Enrai’thos vel carian, sunderis mortem, bindral ethe’nai…” The air shudders. The necklace at Malik’s throat flares—once blood-red, now blinding white. His eyes widen, the mocking grin sliding from his face. “No—what are you—” His words shatter into a scream as the necklace turns on him. His skin blisters, black veins searing across his body, burning from the inside out. Smoke rises from his body, and his soul—thick and dark as tar—begins to unravel, thread by thread, sucked into the cursed jewel.

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.