Helga Locket Novels & Stories

Her amber eyes glazed with a sheen of tears, widened in fear. “Can I see it?” Ozrain asked again and she quickly took it off her slender neck and passed it to him with a shaky hand. Her initial assessment suggests that they were decent thieves, in coat and suit and that they would leave once something valuable is given to them. She swallowed her saliva as anxiety peeks. Ozrain gazed at the locket and pushed the tiny heart protruding in the middle and a key popped out at the bottom. It is the key to Elisa Mitkoi's wooden chest box, where Ozrain and Elisa have kept all the memories of them and their daughter.

Hera grumbled, dicing the onions. I snorted. Associating such a dark name with a measly lady, and not fearing her- how embarrassing, honestly. “Nah, she’s already sucking me dry I’m telling you,” Jalal added under his breath. They all laughed at the unintended sexual implication, and he turned red, trying to explain what he meant. I smiled despite myself. Madame Thelowar probably had a kink for this shi’. “The Harbinger” was quite an ugly name to go by if you ask me. No offence or whatever.

I open it, revealing a small golden locket. “She left us gifts when she died. Ella’s was the pendant,” she says as I open the locket to reveal two mirrors that catch the light of the chandelier. “Mine was this notebook. It helped me during the war with KiloKilo.” “What does the locket do?” “I don’t know. I kept it safe for Isaac. I couldn’t imagine why she left him a locket.” She flips through the notebook with a sigh. It’s totally empty. I look down at the locket in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest. That old woman–Mystica–had told me to stay with my mate. She said to stay with my mate, and I’d be safe.

And the locket as well, after all everyone that was lost in the disaster must have had families or loved ones outside of the institute. Sitting back in his car, he examined both the locket and the worn journal, the locket was new compared to the journal, the hexagon shaped pendant was silver and the casing has a digitized lock which means the contents can only be accessed only with the pendant owner’s fingerprint. the journal was old, the date on the first page dating at least back a hundred years, his interest piqued as he flipped through the neat and précised writings of the owner. just maybe his evening wasn’t wasted after all. Russell’s journal

A hollow, echoing, rippling laugh that made the river churn and the sky flicker with unnatural lightning. It raised its arms. The shadows around its feet quivered, stretching outward like tendrils. Romeo backed away. "Helena—what does it want?" "Alessia," Helena whispered. The air went cold. "Why?" Daisy gasped, voice fragile. "Why her?" Helena didn't look at her. "Because she's the lock," she said quietly. "And Luca… is the key." Romeo's heart dropped, "Meaning?" "Meaning," Helena whispered, eyes glassing with a truth too old and cruel, "if that thing reaches her… it will open Luca. Completely."

" said Cynthia giving a smile Hecate didn't like at all . Heacte raised her eyebrows and her eyes suddenly fell on Cynthia's blue locket the one she got from another insane and unusual incidnet that happened with her . "Where did you get this locket from ?" asked Hecate . "None of your buisness ." snapped Cynthia . "Oh so started stoling things now huh? " asked Hecate . "I didn't stole it . What makes you say so ?Your stupid sixth sense ?" said Cynthia raising her voice . "It looks expensive . I don't think you can afford it ." said Heacte . "It's a gift ." said Cynthia as these were the only words that popped up in her mind .

"You told me the violin wasn't stolen." "It wasn't." Helena replied. "It's exactly where Isabella wanted it." Lucien's expression sharpened. "You know where it is." "I do." "Then tell us." Helena's eyes shifted to Elara. "I will." "But only after she hears the truth." "What truth?" Elara asked. Helena reached into her coat. Instead of a weapon... She removed a small silver locket. Old. Worn smooth with time. On its cover... Two tiny letters were engraved.

" Unable to explain the sordid details of the kidnapping to a child, she simply bowed her head, resting her forehead on his hand, consumed by sadness. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the hum of the computers. After a while, something changed. Mateo's little hand moved. A small clenched fist slowly rose into Helena's field of vision. Holding her breath, Helena watched. Slowly, like a blossoming flower, the pale little fingers opened. In the center of that soft palm lay a treasure. It was a pink hair clip. But it wasn't just any accessory. More than a hundred small pink crystals were lined up with meticulous precision, forming a perfect heart. Under the cold, blue light of th

I got up, even though my legs were still shaking. "Ety!" I called out loudly. "ETY, I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING!" Ety's hologram reappeared. She looked like a small fairy who seemed... guilty? "I'm here, Boss." "That bracelet has Helena's name engraved inside," I said quickly. "I need a Jeweler's Loupe to prove it in court. Can you get one?" "I can't provide physical objects," Ety interrupted. "I'm just an information system." Huh, so many excuses!