Slytherin Locket Novels & Stories

" said Cynthia giving a smile Hecate didn't like at all . Heacte raised her eyebrows and her eyes suddenly fell on Cynthia's blue locket the one she got from another insane and unusual incidnet that happened with her . "Where did you get this locket from ?" asked Hecate . "None of your buisness ." snapped Cynthia . "Oh so started stoling things now huh? " asked Hecate . "I didn't stole it . What makes you say so ?Your stupid sixth sense ?" said Cynthia raising her voice . "It looks expensive . I don't think you can afford it ." said Heacte . "It's a gift ." said Cynthia as these were the only words that popped up in her mind .

I questioned her with my wide eyes and open mouth , but Glaciem simply sent a flying kiss in my direction, also Draco on other hand immediately attached that purple stone on his pendant that was tied around his neck, a black stone was already placed in it, strangely due to our previous rushed incident of Humbart case, I somehow missed to realized this pendant was there in Draco neck, which was not there with him when he was still trapped in Tallis army underground chamber. ‘He must have got this after breaking Tallis prison’ I though I even thought of questioning about pendant and stone to Draco but then I changed my mind think that I do not wished to risk my life since I was now sitting wit

She heard Elysian yell and she yelled back a yes. She smiled and made a move to walk closer to Cripsy but something stopped her, The sun was shining directly at it and it glittered "What was that?” Aurora muttered curiously, her gaze not leaving it. She walked closer to it and saw it was a locket! A gold locket. She slowly removed the locket from where it hung and looked at it, She had seen this somewhere before! But where? Her mind seemed to be playing tricks on her She slowly opened the locket and her eyes widen..

But she had stupidly missed, and this was her f*cking punishment. Gritting her teeth, she watched as he opened up the box, taking a weird looking thing from inside. It was in the shape of a butterfly; pink in color, and there was this part that protruded from it in an odd and unappealing way. What was it for? What was he going to do with i~ “Don’t move.” He moved closer to her, hands sinking between her thighs as he probed the pink object against her entrance. “I’m going to put it in, brace yourself.”

“Why are you back? Is there a problem?” “Nah, I just forgot to take something,” she said, shrugging her shoulders with nonchalance. Using her magic to open a secret vault, she took out a locket made of deep, red ruby. “The number of werewolves wandering through the Halterland has increased more than I like.” She held up the locket in the air, “This locket will help me identify them even if they are wearing those stupid rings.” My heart skipped a beat, “What do you plan on doing with them?”

To see them as people, not statistics. A young woman caught my attention. She lay crumpled against the shattered fountain, her Blue Moon pack tattoo visible on her neck. Blood had dried in dark streaks down her armor. Her hand was frozen around something at her chest. I knelt beside her, my knees sinking into blood-soaked earth. Gently, I pried her fingers open. A silver locket fell into my palm, the chain snapped. I opened it with trembling hands. A family smiled up at me from the tiny portrait. Mother with kind eyes. Father with a strong jaw. Two small children, a boy and a girl, maybe five and seven years old.

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

“They allowed you to play your games with the Ferdinez family because it kept the tech centralized. But now that you’ve fortified yourself in a castle? Now that you’ve turned Julliard into a fortress? You’ve become a liability. Just like your mother.” She reached into her small, elegant clutch and pulled out something that glinted in the light. A delicate, antique locket. It was made of tarnished silver, shaped like a heart, and it looked older than I was. “She wanted me to give this to you,” Seraphina said, holding it out. “When you are ready. Or when you were in too deep to turn back. I think we’ve reached that point, don't you?” I stared at the locket. My hand was shaking as I reached for