Harry Potter Locket Novels & Stories

"Do you have the locket with you too?" "I didn't even get to remove it. I would have to ask my mom for it. I just hope she didn't get rid of it." "That's a good plan. First off, we have to take this hairpin to a pawn shop. There, we are likely to get the brand that made it, then we can narrow it down to the stores that sells them." "I'm suspecting that orchid is from kings jewelries." I chipped in. "The king's jewelries..."

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Lysandra smiled gently, "On your fifth birthday, she gave you a small locket, shaped like a crescent moon. Inside, there's a picture of the two of you, and the words, 'Forever entwined, my moonlight.'" Choked with emotion, I clutched the very locket hidden beneath my dress. No one else knew of its existence. Dupree, sensing the gravity of the revelation, interjected cautiously, "We must protect this knowledge. The underworld is rife with those who'd exploit it." Lysandra nodded in agreement. "But first, she must be prepared. The coming storm won't wait."

After a beat, he said, "If you're willing to spend a bit more, I can show you one of our most exotic designs?" Trinity nodded at him. "Money is not a problem. I want the best for him." The man nodded at her with a smile. Clearly, he knew who she was and could afford it for the thing he showed her next was pretty much the most expensive thing in the shop. And Trinity liked it at once. The locket was a small one, shaped like a star, hanging from a platinum chain. The thing unique about it was that the locket had a piece of a meteorite embedded into it, or at least that was what the salesman told her.

And that’s when I felt it. A hard, sharp structure pressing back through the fabric. Not flesh. Not bone. Metal. I froze. My hand lingered, palm curving instinctively around it. My heart stuttered. My gut twisted. Slowly, I pressed firmer, shaping the outline with my touch. Cold realisation flooded me. A locket. My locket. The one I’d been searching for all day. The one Jimmie had looked me in the eye this morning and said he hadn’t seen. The one he promised to help me look for.

He was pale, thin, and wore a hoodie that read “I void warranties.” ​This was Cipher. Helen’s guy. ​“You’re sure this will work?” I asked, my hand resting protectively over the small silver locket lying open on the table. ​Inside the locket, where a picture of Jerome usually sat, was a micro-chip. It was smaller than a fingernail, flat and black.

How does something like this happen? “Nope.” I exclaim, closing the map and handing it to Corvu. “I’m not crazy and I’m not going crazy. This is insane. This is not some kind of time traveling necklace.” I hold the piece up in my hand where I can see the inside of the amethyst glow deeply inside.

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.

"As you can see, we managed to find all the other horcruxes that the Dark Lord had hid inside the British Isles." Croaker said to Erik, who was looking at the items that were on top of the low central table. Of the three items, he recognized two of them. One of them was a golden cup with a badger motif on it, and two little golden wings that served as handles to the cup. It was Helga Hufflepuff's cup. The second one was a silver locket with a thick silver chain and a big pendant with a snake on it that formed a big 'S'. It was Salazar's locket. The third of the items was a big golden ring that contained a round black stone encrusted on it. This last one he didn't recognize, but he did recogn

Jack said as he opened the box and took out a silver locket that had a crescent moon with a cross. “This…” Sherry gasped in surprise as she looked at the oddly familiar design–something she had seen that very day. “Why it is similar to that emblem?”