Raiden Amulet Novels & Stories

As if ready with a go-fashioned shield, used as a bladed weapon it'd be like a shuriken, Raven's proper arm turned into converted into an anti-vampire armament combining offence and defence. Simply the sight of the awesome golden lustre turned into sufficient to make Jace lose his will to fight. The go's photo seared into his eyes, preventing all his physical features such as regeneration. Everything turned into for this present day moment—as a way to use the only anti-vampire weapon to exterminate him correct. "Stop it...!! I turned into the wrong..." "Oh~ Whatever." Raven spoke absolutely unenthusiastically. He felt fed up from the lowest of his coronary heart and declared coldly.

I don’t know why him fucking Aslantha affected her so much, but it did. Unwrapping the item, I look down on an amulet of some kind. From the style and craftsmanship, I can tell it’s from the Sanguine Empire. It’s a dark antique silver metal wrapped around a ruby diamond in the centre. Flipping it over, I can see the inscriptions on the back. I read the words. Mom made sure we knew this language. An amulet that is said to grant a level of protection to the wearer. I smile softly. For Mom to give me this, just shows how worried she must have been, she isn’t the type to believe in protective magic or rely on them.

The temple returned to its quiet state except for the sound of Dante's heavy breathing. I looked down into the open chest. The bright light was starting to change into a soft, controlled golden light. Three heavy necklaces rested on a bed of faded red velvet. The necklaces were made from solid gold, with each pendant displaying a radiant sun-shaped crystal that emitted pure, warm Royal magic. The Daywalker Amulets. I picked them up, then sprinted down the dais steps towards Dante. Dante stood against the stone pillar while he gripped his wounded shoulder. He looked exhausted, battered, and bruised, but when he saw me and Leo, a massive smile broke across his bloody face.

He stared at the amulet as though it were pulling him into another place. Arah could feel the pendant’s faint energy hum, tickling her chest. Whatever magic it held, it seemed to affect even an ordinary person. She tucked the amulet back beneath her blouse before it caused any harm. Roselia had said it was merely an enchanted object for protection against dark magic. But Arah wasn’t going to take any risks. The movement broke Agent Durante’s trance, and his eyes snapped back to hers. “Please, Agent,” she pleaded. “I just want to see Gildeon.”

"I really don't have time for this. What have you used to shield yourselves from the Outlanders? Do you know where they hide?" She looked reluctant, turning to the guards within the palace. "No one is gonna hurt you," I assured. Her lips pressed thin. "There is an ancient amulet that belongs to the Nightcrawlers. It is given to anyone who ascends the throne as a means of power and protection." "How does the amulet stop the Outlanders?" Soren asked.

Lila, her voice soft but firm, added, "We must honor our ancestors by continuing their legacy and protecting the future of our clan." As they continued to study the tablets, they discovered a hidden compartment at the base of the pedestal. Inside, they found a collection of scrolls and a small, intricately designed amulet. The amulet glowed with a soft, reassuring light, and they felt a sense of warmth and protection emanating from it. Selena picked up the amulet, her eyes widening in recognition. "This is a powerful talisman. It was crafted by the first guardians to strengthen the bonds between family members and enhance their collective power."

Reagan says. “Damn, I was hoping to get in a good sparring match today,” Emlyn pouts. “Reagan gets to have all the fun.” This family is so weird. Maeve walks up to Reagan and put the amulet over her neck as she whispers something, making the amulet glow. Even from here I can see that it’s very pretty, a wolf howling at the moon. “When someone has ill intent towards you, Madelyn, the moon in the amulet will glow. So, you’ll always know, no matter what they say, if their words are the truth,” she tells me.

Elira glanced back out at the horizon. She didn’t know what she would become either. But for once, the idea excited her. --- That evening, Lucien summoned her to the war room again. But this time, the table was cleared of maps and battle plans. In their place sat a small chest, made of black wood inlaid with silver filigree. “What’s this?” she asked. Lucien opened it to reveal an amulet. A pale blue stone set in iron, pulsing faintly with light.

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.