Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson Necklace

Kael reached them in seconds. He cupped Rhea’s face, thumb brushing against the dried blood under her cheekbone. His voice dropped to a whisper only she could hear. “Are you alright?” She nodded. “I’m fine… I’m fine, Kael.” His jaw clenched, fury still simmering. Only then did he turn his head—slowly—toward the leader in the red robe. Her eyes had locked onto something sitting against Kael’s chest, half-hidden under his shirt. A necklace. Old. Heavy. Iron forged by a forgotten era. And hanging from it…

She then reached in her school uniform and brought out a silver necklace that was concealed under her school shirt and draped around her neck. “Mia, look what Max got me. You really need to thank him for me, he’s been nothing but good to me. He spoils me silly!” “He’s just too much—too caring! He showers me with gifts all the time.” Mia took a glance at the necklace. It looked somewhat familiar. Then she recollected it was the same one she’d once seen before in Max’s possession. The necklace had the same initials ‘MM’. It was the necklace she’d thought he was going to give on the night he broke up with her.

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

He was a stubborn man who would do anything to get his way, maybe he was preparing another trap. But in his eyes, I sensed something missing. Sebastian had become a different man, one who, strangely, almost seemed pitiable. Losing myself in thought, I let out a long sigh. I moved to Miles’s room and saw him sitting comfortably in his chair, watching space videos on his phone. As I approached, something blue and shining around his neck caught my attention. “Who gave you that necklace?” I asked. There was no way I could be mistaken about it. And with a proud smile, Miles held up the Blue Moon pendant.

“No.” Everyone turned. His expression changed completely. “No no no.” Kai frowned. “What now?” He asked. Nathan slowly pointed. “The necklace.” Silence followed. Everyone looked back. The girl on the screen was wearing something around her neck. Small. Silver. A necklace. Amara’s breathing seized. Because it wasn’t just any necklace. It was another broken heart pendant. No. No no no. Amara grabbed her own necklace immediately. Then looked toward the little girl standing quietly beside the wall.

The only reminder of him were the fingerprints burned into my soul from when he’d touched my body, and the necklace that rested against the hollow of my throat. I should’ve taken it off. I’d tried, but of course Hael had given me a necklace that wasn’t designed to be taken off. There was a tiny screw holding everything together, one I couldn’t see nor reach. I could’ve asked Olive or Delaney to help, but the thought of taking it off made the mate-bond thrum with fierce agony and longing. So, despite how much the sight of it made me ache, I kept the stupid necklace on. The first time I spotted him in the Dining Hall, Mykelle was plastered to his side.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

She looked up at Dominic, whose amber eyes were burning with a dangerous, volatile fury, before her fingers carefully lifted the latch. As the lid popped open, Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. Resting on a bed of white silk was a flawless, solid-gold necklace. But it wasn't the gold that shocked her. Dangling from the center of the chain was a beautifully preserved, crystal-encased monarch butterfly, identical to the one she had been chasing in the woods the day she first met Kiel fifteen years ago. Next to the necklace sat a handful of small, freshly made strawberry candies. Dominic leaned forward, his gaze landing on the contents of the box, and the temperature in the grand hall inst

The door slammed shut, leaving me in the cold, draining silence. I don’t know how long I sat there, letting the cold stone seep through my muscles and bones. My wrists ached from the tight material used to tie them together, my head throbbed from where I had hit it when I was thrown into the dungeon. But none of that mattered. Because I’d seen it. The necklace. It had been hanging from Lucas’s neck, the emerald glowing faintly under his shirt when he bent to mock me. Katerina’s cursed artifact. Her lost treasure that she was willing to destroy the entire world for.

She appeared helpless as she rubbed her head. Mike seems to be exhausted himself. “Open the second drawer,” he said, while pointing to the cabinet next to him, although he seemed weak. Aria saw that there was a blue velvet box when she opened it. The velvet’s pattern had faded slightly, making it appear worn. “That’s your mother’s most cherished treasure, yet she never wore it after you were born. Take it with you, Janet!” Aria attentively listened to Mike’s words before reaching out and taking it. Inside the box, she discovered a golden necklace upon opening it. The necklace was delicate and lovely and had a sun-shaped pendant with an engraved cheerful face. It was a classy and beautiful.