Hecate Necklace Novels & Stories

*Flashbacks* "Take this to Aphrodite and let her daughter wear this necklace. Then you have to bring the child to the mortal world so that we could protect her from Velion!" Zeus ordered. Hestia took the necklace from her brother's hand and hurriedly went to Aphrodite's chamber. When she arrived their she saw her carrying her baby in her arms. Some palace maids were panicking due to the commotion outside. "What's going on aunt Hestia?" Aphrodite asked her aunt worriedly. Hestia took three deep breathes to calm herself before she spoke.

Celeste looked like she went into deep thought for a few seconds that seemed like minutes and then finally she says, “The necklace she wears around her neck is made from a powerful moonstone. She told me it is what saved us from dying in the realm and brought us here to this new world.” I looked at Celeste as I let her words sink in of what she said. A powerful moonstone necklace around her neck. If the necklace was removed there was a chance that we could defeat the Moon Witch and save Shawn. Celeste had given me the information that we needed but how was I to get this information to my mate to take the Moon Witch down.

“I know, Alpha. Considering we don’t have a lead, this is our chance to prove his involvement. Still, a long way to go, knowing he has a lot of properties. But I have hopes. Remember when I asked you if you noticed something at the party?” “Yeah. You didn’t get the chance to tell me about it?” “Nora was wearing a necklace with an orange-yellow pendant gemstone. Could be Sphalerite. Maybe it can ward off wraiths. Not sure. Could be one of her father’s antique collections. And it’s a rare gemstone.” “I can ask around if someone has a collection of this gemstone,” Dane suggested, which was a good idea. At this point, we needed any help from friends.

Adrienne questioned. "Three things. Your wristwatch, your cologne, and especially your necklace. The necklace exudes elegance, grace, and opulence, making it a symbol of luxury and sophistication," Ryan stated, sharing his observation. Adrienne lightly touched her necklace. It was an exquisite diamond-studded gold piece, adorned with rare gemstones, crafted with utmost precision for ultimate opulence. "He's not wrong," she thought to herself. "Well, we have both already shared what we do for a living, so I suppose we're even now," she stated.

His voice sounds right behind me, and I feel his breath ghosting over my nape. Shivers crawl up my body, and goosebumps breaks out over my flesh. It’s a good thing my back is turned to him, that way he can’t see my red hot face, or the way I’m biting hard into my lip. The necklace settles around my neck, pendant resting between my cleavage. It’s cool compared to my heating skin, the chill making me shiver. Cerberus. The mark of Hades. “Is this a brand or a tracker?” I ask, turning my head slightly to look at him.

"Give that necklace to me. Inside the pendant lies all the biometric ciphers of my asset network which were locked by Sebastian Norwich after he betrayed me. Only the DNA of my lineage can activate its key. Come with me, and I will give you the life you have deserved since long ago. You no longer need to be Helen's shadow in Zean Wilder's house." Helga stared at her mother's extended hand, then shifted to stare at the pistol in her own hand. The offer sounded very alluring for a girl who had lived in rejection all this time. She could get out of Zean Wilder's vortex of revenge, she could have a family, and she could gain wealth.

Mockingly, he says. Elara ignored him and went upstairs. The moment her door closed, Jackson slipped quietly into Felicia’s vanity room. Perfume bottles glittered beneath the light, jewelry boxes left open. He whistled low. “Spoiled princess.” His hand slid over necklaces until he found it—Felicia’s diamond choker, silver catching the lamp. He lifted it with a grin. “Perfect.” He moved quickly down the hall, into Elara’s room. Her drawer stood slightly ajar. He tucked the necklace beneath folded scarves, lips twisting with amusement. “Let the storm break.”

Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder. “What happened?” I demanded. They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes. When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire. I reached for it and the metal seared my fingertips.

"It’s all mine now. She’s gone and I’m standing here in her room, in her gown. That’s how it works, isn't it?" I did not answer. "You're quiet today." She studied me in the mirror. "You aren't mourning that girl, are you?" "No," I said. She held out a hand toward the table. "Then help me with the necklace. I have waited all morning for someone competent to fasten it." My eyes went to where she pointed. The Whitemane Luna necklace lay on dark velvet. Silver and moonstone, older than either of our packs. I had seen it once before. I had imagined my own hands lifting it. I had imagined the throat it would circle. In my mind it had been Halley's throat. Pale. Warm. Alive.

He smiled at them encouragingly and said, "You’ll do fine. Just stick together." "Hold on to each other," Helena added dreamily. "Or you’ll be forced to surrender." Enoch shrugged and continued with braiding. "She really likes rhymes." Batibat handed Callie a necklace with a singular black pearl to contain Allocen’s power after they killed him. Power of that magnitude could kill her if she was to contain it within her own body. If it didn’t kill her, it might very well warp her like the lost souls in Hell. And Callie did not want to end up with goat legs or six eyes so she put on the necklace and they left the house.