Max Griffin Amulet Novels & Stories

"This is my promise to you. From now on, everything I have is yours." I took the file, a warmth spreading through my chest. Then I pulled something from my own pocket—the amulet my grandmother had left me. It was a silver, moon-shaped pendant, engraved with ancient runes of Hecate, said to ward off evil. "This was my grandmother's," I said, placing the chain around his neck. "Consider it our engagement token. It will protect you." Damien looked down at the amulet on his chest, his eyes full of gratitude and love.

That brought satisfaction to the surface. I looked over at Alpha Maxwell who was holding the amulet in his hand, a pleased grin on his face. His eyes danced with many emotions as he stared at it. I could see how much it meant to him because it had been a gift from Mom. It was something personal that he held dear. He was also overwhelmed by the fact that she had given it to him as a form of protection. It didn’t matter what went down between them, she still cared for him and wanted to keep him safe.

Liam's guards and servants were there to offer bountiful homages, as a slight defect in the hospitality could affect their mood in the meeting. "A warm welcome to you, Mister Griffin," Liam said extending his hand to the first man. Mr Griffin was the greatest gold dealer in the city and true to his work he was regarded in gold. From his jewelry, chains, nose rings, down to even his Arabian kaftan. All these were made in pure gold. Liam had always felt intimidated by him even though Griffin tried to be humorous. "The very big dog of the Hemsworth family," Mr Griffin called out, shaking Liam's hand aggressively. Yes, he also loved to behave like a rogue. your father called us for an emergency

Therefore, he had not dared to waste too much Reiki on making amulets. The only few times he had made amulets was when he had seen that Graham’s family was facing a bloody disaster. So, he had used the giant clam that he had snatched from Jack Yaleman at the auction to make a Thunder Order, a talisman, as well as a bracelet made out of the Holy Pearl of the Ocean that could soothe the nerves and replenish Qi. Charlie had kept the Thunder Order, but he had given the talisman to Graham, and the bracelet made out of the Holy Pearl of the Ocean had been given to his wife, Claire.

I treated it like an egg, a fragile little thing and it really needed to be taken care of like that, since it was in my possession, after all. Sweeping my hair to the side, I put the amulet over my neck, hissing slightly as soon as it touched my chest. I have worn it a total of two times and I still didn't get used to the sudden spark it gave. It was a sharp sensation, a prickly one, like the amulet was trying to draw my soul to it, which it did. According to the book, the Amerlis amulet is a very powerful gem, imbued with the powers of the ancestral witches and gives the wearer unlimited power. It draws the soul to it as one, making the user's initial powers even more powerful when using it

* Rewa mind-linked. “What happened right now?” Vivian asked in a breathless voice. “The blood has bound you not only to Sandilo but to the entire pack. You can mind-link anyone in the pack now on. This is how it was always supposed to be.” Grandpops explained. Grandpa cleared his throat as he stepped forward. Thrusting an object into Vivian’s hand he said, “This amulet belonged to Sandilo’s mother. Consider this as a blessing from her.” Vivian gasped as she turned over the copper amulet. There was a large white crystal in the center. The light refracted through it, giving it a multicolored appearance.

Maybe this would cheer him up. “Okay,” I said. “That’s a good idea.” Finally, I settled on a small amulet depicting a wolf’s tooth cast in bronze. I held it up, admiring the small sapphire set into the base of it as it caught the light. This one was on a leather strap, something that I knew would suit Eric well. Understated, but a symbol of prestige and power. And if it helped him during his warrior training, then… well, I’d spend whatever was necessary, even if we fought sometimes.

Then, everything was dark. 'Stay away... wretched minds... my Child. My voice... only one... for you...' When the silver scaled young man came to, Grace was gone, although there was a path of blood from where she was sitting earlier. In his hand, there was a strange purple amulet with a bird contained inside, trapped in magical energy. He wondered whose it was but he kept it on his back pocket either way. The tremors came back but it was closer. The silver scaled young man still felt his head was like being pounded, and he hazily noticed the presence of cold girl was now clashing with raging waters of the Treader of Starry River, Edwin.

“An amulet. Alpha Galen ordered it for you.” I frowned, my fingers hovering over the box before I opened it. Inside, nestled in soft fabric, was a single stud earring, it was stunning, small, yet intricate, with an eerie silver-blue glow. The gem in the center looked almost alive, shifting subtly like liquid moonlight. “A fashion statement?” I guessed sarcastically, though something about it unsettled me. “An amulet,” Damien corrected. “Alpha Galen ordered it for you.” “For me?” I asked, confused. “Why would the Alpha—?”

It did not help that other supernaturals were drawn to the power of gifted wolves. “This amulet conceals, sis. You need to wear it at all times. It won’t restrict your gifts at all but will taper down the power that supernaturals can feel. You’re filled to the fucking brim with power, and this will conceal that. It’ll make you appear like a normal shifter,” I said, handing it to her.