Path Of Life Necklace Novels & Stories

Then her mother was gone. Kevin had given her Amanda’s lucky necklace soon after her mother has passed. Her mother had worn it everyday, never taking it off. It was platinum, with a bloodstone tear drop pendant and a small round moonstone nestled right above it. There was intricate swirls around both gems so they would never come apart. It was beautiful. At first Sam was afraid to wear it, but her father insisted, saying simply that,“It was Amanda proof.”

She opened the box to reveal the most beautiful necklace. The necklace was gold in color, and resembled fine branches intertwined with tiny, bronzed leaves, and held an emerald at the bottom. It was circular in shape, but there were tiny cracks inside of the emerald that resembled a tree, bare of leaves. It looked much to intricate to have belonged to my birth mother, her nor my father came from ranking families.

One I recognize immediately. Caroline’s shop. My throat tightens. The necklace is delicate—simple, silver, with a soft teardrop gem at the center. A children’s version of one of Caroline’s bestsellers. I remember the design. She once sketched it at home while I was working late in the living room. Back when we still lived together. Back when I still had the right to call her mine. “She said it’s special. That it’s for girls who want to protect their dreams,” the little girl whispers, clinging to the tablet. “I want that one.”

“Put it on.” Maxwell put the necklace over his head as he observed the pendant. It was a fine pendant made from a sapphire stone and it was one of the rarest among its kind, deeply saturated blue with high clarity. “This is a symbol of my love for you,” Lisa said to Maxwell and he looked up at her. “I am sorry that we wanted you never to be born but we were wrong. If ever you feel like me or your grandfather dislikes you, all you have to do is look at the pendant and remember today.”

She asked, ignoring Claude's question. "Oh, it's from a friend," Claude said, not wanting to reveal that it was from Shawn, who she barely knew, is dead and his body missing. "This is a rare piece of jewelry, Claude. It's a mysliss aliruby," her mother said, her voice filled with awe. "What does it do?" Claude asked, curious. "It's a protection necklace, but a huge sacrifice has to be made to get it," her mother added. Claude held the pendant in her hand, wondering what sacrifice Shawn had made to get her the necklace. She couldn't help but think that there was something strange about the pendant since she had worn it she felt different.

“That’s why we drink it. It’s the only way to survive.” Then came the box. Velvet. Small. Black. She set it gently between us, like a priest offering a relic. “I wanted you to have something from my family,” she said softly. “An heirloom. Passed through generations. My mother wore it during her first pregnancy, and my grandmother before her.” I opened it slowly. The necklace was beautiful. Too beautiful. Silver strands woven into delicate chains, six obsidian stones shaped like droplets, each etched with runes. Eastern. Ancient.

I guess that is another sign, that he really is the true king. We left the store where we had left the bags, and I led him to one of the more excluded areas of the town. I had ordered a special kind of necklace, one that would not break when he shift. It was made in titanium and with a little magic, with the help of Greta.

He then takes off the necklace he’s always wearing: a simple gunmetal grey circular charm on a thick woven string. “Nikolai, I can’t… your mother gave this to you!” I stutter, but he shakes his head and places the necklace over my head. The pendant rests right in the valley between my breasts and feels cold to the touch. “She also told me to give this to the one chosen as my mate, so think of it as a gift from her. It’s made of tungsten and is the strongest metal you can get - hopefully, you’ll see it as your good luck charm as well.” He says, touching the circular disk.

“It’s your burden to bear, not mine.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want it. I think that’s what is causing my bad luck. It was the necklace that made my uncle tell Antonio to kill us.” “Because he knew that our mother survived after fleeing from Apex Woods. It was our father that gifted it to her on the night of their mating ceremony. She wore it all the time and never took it off.” “Where did he get it from?” Dominic shrugged. “Nana claimed that the necklace was divine and it wasn’t formed by human hands. She guessed that someone must have gifted it to our father before he gave it to our mother. But knowing Nana, that tale might be fabricated too.”

It felt like hammering my head over and over again—trying to think of what else could be my perfect gift for him, aside from the sphere-shaped black-pendant necklace I had already given him. It was given to me by Uncle Jim when he saw me crying on the day I left Aris in his El Nido villa. Uncle Jim said that it was his lucky charm throughout, and the said necklace would also bring me… true love. “Take this necklace and don’t lose it, Drey. No matter what, this will take you to the right path following true love,” Uncle Jim handed me a black-pendant necklace while I was seated in the front seat of our family car. I was crying, but I found the design awesome.