Princess Sofia Light-up Amulet Novels & Stories

I feel exposed, raw, like every insecurity is on display under these bright chandeliers. Then I notice it. The bracelet on her wrist….delicate gold and platinum, tiny diamonds catching the light with every gesture. It’s identical to the one Ethan gave me. The one I’m wearing right now. Sophia catches me staring and her smile widens. She lifts her wrist deliberately, letting the diamonds flash.

“King, you have taught her well.” After the ceremony broke up, my mother sent away every nymph who served her and sat alone in the cold temple. Olympus has no true darkness at night; Selene’s silver light pours into every corner, always. But that light is cold too. She cradled the amulet I had worn in life. It was a small gold disc with a single word cut into it, Peace, bought from an old silversmith back when she still lived among mortals. After Zeus brought her up to Olympus she had kept it on me always, saying it was the one piece of the mortal world we had left.

This part of the library was empty, which made everything feel more special right now. “I have something for you.” Sofia’s soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts and when I glanced at her, I noticed something in her hand, which she held out to me. It felt cold when I accepted it, and I noticed it was a black bracelet. It was simple and I fell in love with it in an instant. It’s the first gift I’ve gotten from her, and of course, that made it more special. “I’m sorry it’s too small. I actually got it weeks ago but was too–”

An intricate gold handle with glowing symbols dances along the hilt and blade, but somehow, I can read them. “I swear to uphold the laws and beliefs of my Goddess Selene. The Goddess of our people. To fight in her name and to protect in her name…” I whisper as the power around me intensifies, and another blinding light later, a golden shield appears on my other arm. It is like a long hexagon shape. A moon, a sword and a crown with blue jewels are carved upon it surrounded by a cherry blossom branch and petals.

she demanded, fear creeping into her voice. "I'm doing something I've always wanted to do," I said, holding up the velvet box and opening it slowly. The ring caught the faint light of the room—a cushion-cut diamond, ringed by a circle of sapphires, her favorite. The band was rose gold, delicate but long-lasting. Just like her. Zara's head shook with hysteria. "No, no. Zed, no—you don't have to pity me—" "Pity?" My voice cracked a little. "Is that what you think this is?"

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

After hesitating for a moment, she looked up, her eyes filled with cautious hope. "Sir...could I have this book? I promise I'll take very good care of it." "Of course!" Hugh agreed without hesitation. "A treasure belongs with someone who understands it. You're its rightful home." As he spoke, he removed a silver amulet hanging from a leather cord around his neck and held it out to her. "Take this too. A Byzantine silver icon amulet. The old folks say it bears a prayer to Saint Michael and wards off evil, brings protection. You're expecting now--wearing it will do you good."

A burst of flashbulbs lit up the far end of the room as a pair of figures entered—turning heads immediately. Sophia entered, radiant as moonlight on still water. She wore a floor-length deep emerald gown that shimmered subtly under the lights, sculpted to fit her like it was designed for her and her alone. Her dark curls were swept to one side, exposing the smooth curve of her neck, and a single diamond pin glimmered in her hair. Around her neck gleamed the Phoenix necklace Leonard had gifted her at the charity auction—its fire-red gem nestled perfectly against her skin. On her arm was Mercy, poised in a sleek silver dress, confident and charming, but even she knew who owned the spotlight to

I creased my brows at her. "Princess Amira. I don't quite understand!" "Her bracelet that is in your care. That pearl bracelet is from the moon goddess herself. I would like to know where it is now?" How could I tell her that the bracelet was in the Blood Moon Pack?

All night, Sienna can’t sleep, and this morning starts off rough. Her mind is fixed on one person: Noah King. Even in his absence, he fills up her mind. Sienna’s fingers instinctively wander to the necklace draped elegantly around her neck, the cool metal like an electric shock waking every nerve. The delicate platinum chain holds a stunning diamond solitaire, accompanied by a vibrant peridot – her birthstone – and surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds that sparkle like whispers.