Jareth Necklace Labyrinth Novels & Stories

He then frowned as a thought occurred to him. “Tell me,” he said, raising the necklace. “What colour is this?” Vathar gave him a look of pure confusion. Was this a trick? Or was he mocking him? “Answer me,” Dareth snapped. “It’s black,” Vathar replied, still glaring. “The necklace is completely black. Now give it back. It's mine.” Dareth looked again. To him, the necklace was definitely silver but to the human, it was black? He gasped, realising something then suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed. It was a long, wild, disbelieving laugh that echoed around the street.

It was the heart of the labyrinth, holding secrets that could change the course of their quest and redefine their understanding of the amulet's true power. The heart of the labyrinth emanated a pulsating, ethereal light, casting intricate shadows that danced upon the ancient stone walls. At its center stood a pedestal, similar to the one they had encountered earlier, but this one bore multiple imprints, suggesting a place for each member to offer a piece of themselves. Lysandra, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "This... this isn't just a way out. It's a nexus, a focal point of the labyrinth's energy."

The jewels didn't look like anything from the Dracotigris Order, especially with the emerald carved into a skull—completely unlike their style. This necklace clearly came from the Netherrealm. Nyx and the twins sat up straight. They all rolled their eyes, but none dared to speak the truth. They feared disintegration if Landon so much as raised his hand. Aria looked at the skull for several seconds, raising her brow. "How exquisite." It didn't sound like a compliment. Sam liked the necklace, though. He bit on the emerald and ascertained that it was real. Seeing that, Aria said nothing.

When Gilly finally opened the small chest, her hands trembled slightly. The sight before her made her breath catch. Inside the box lay a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped pendant that glowed softly under the light of her lamp. The stone was deep blue, smooth, and sparkled like the night sky. It looked like sapphire, and she could not help but wonder how Jack could afford something so fine.

He leads David out by gripping the back of his neck, but as soon as the door is closed, I rush to confirm what Darcia left behind. The false bottom the necklace usually sits on lifts with ease, and there, sitting in the tray, is a small gel capsule. It has to be poison. I rush to my nightstand, storing it away with the several blades I found hidden around the room still, before bolting back to the bathroom. Corbyn arrives to see me assessing my new necklace in the mirror. It was probably under ninety seconds, but I look at him and taunt, “Ninety-three.” He reaches me in two strides, his gentle fingers gliding over my skin to lift the necklace before removing it. “It doesn’t match the dress.”

The trip to the jewellery store felt surreal. She could hardly breathe as she walked into the most exclusive boutique in town, her eyes scanning displays of glittering gems. After what felt like hours, she settled on a stunning diamond necklace—delicate, shimmering stones that cascaded like droplets of water, each one catching the light in the most magnificent way. It was perfect, the kind of piece a woman like Mrs. Harrington should have. By the time Lila returned to the estate, her nerves were frayed. She had done everything right. The necklace was elegant, expensive, and flawless. Surely, this is what Mr. Harrington had in mind?

"Do you have it." He reached into his coat without a word. He set it on the table between us. The sapphire caught the stub of candlelight and held it from within, blue and deep. My mother's necklace. Vaelindra Morne's necklace. Three months on Darius Varian's throat and before that twenty two years in a foster mother's keeping and before that around the neck of a queen who burned so her daughter could live. I looked at it for a long moment. Then I picked it up.

The door swung open, revealing documents, photos, and a small velvet box. Luca helped her gather everything. Inside the box lay a delicate necklace— a pendant shaped like a serpent coiled around a blood-red ruby. “Isabel’s,” Amara whispered, eyes misting. “This is why they want you,” Luca said grimly. “This necklace holds more than gold. It holds a secret that could shatter all their empires.” Before they could process the weight of it, a figure stepped into the doorway, gun raised. “Drop it,” the intruder growled.

Adeline is howling angrily in my mind at the loss of her mate, but I simply push her to the side and ignore her. As I stand to exit the Labyrinth the walls shift and change in front of my eyes. Creating a straight path to the exit. Grabbing what scraps of fabric I have left of my dress I try to cover myself as much as I can as I slowly walk to the exit. The grinding sound of the metal doors being opened fills the silence of the evening and I walk out of the Labyrinth with my eyes cast to the ground.