Slytherin Locket Novels & Stories

Tightening his hold, he swore that he would allow nothing to get to her before carefully sliding away from her. Today was Friday, the day he and Jackson had an appointment with the Council to ask about the prophecy of the White Lycan as well as the princess. Travis had already reported back that no testing was needed to determine if Marcia was, in fact, the lost lycan princess. He learned that once they turn, a lycan develops its scent, which can be used to identify the family line.

But I was done hiding. And then it hit me that inexplicable heat licking up the back of my neck. That eerie, magnetic pull of someone’s gaze burrowing deep into my skin. I turned… and met eyes that ignited fire beneath my ribs. Theron Lockhart stood across the lobby, draped in his signature charcoal suit like sin wrapped in silk. His lips curved into that familiar, cocky smirk, and just like that, my breath tangled in my lungs. Someone beside me said something, but the words didn’t land. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered in that moment except him. As if the entire world had been muted and Theron Lockhart was the only real thing in it.

Clunk. The safe door swung open. There, on a velvet cushion, lay the Cordelia Locket. It seemed to pulse with a dark energy in the dim light. He reached for it, his fingers closing around the cold silver. A jolt, like a static shock, ran up his arm. He had it. He secured the locket in his pocket and retreated, locking the study door behind him. He was back in the throng of the party within five minutes of leaving it. The ease of it was dizzying.

“Oooh. Interesting.” I lift the lid of the box, revealing a delicate oval locket nestled inside. The cover is traced with intricate golden filigree, curling in patterns so fine they almost shimmer in the light. I unclip the tiny clasp, and the locket creaks open. A small, tightly packed ball of crushed herbs tumbles out and rolls onto my palm. I bring it closer, sniffing cautiously—then recoil, grimacing at the strong, bitter scent. “That smells awful.”

I guess that’s the damned thing wrapped around my neck and not for the first time I yank on it, trying to get it off. It doesn’t budge. It just pulls at my skin, making it more tender. God, I hope it’s not hurting her. And more than that, I hope it’s not doing any permanent damage. *** The door screeches open. Light pours into the dark hole they seem to have us locked inside. Whitecloak steps down glancing from the other Wolf to me. Behind him figures appear. Lots of them. “You three take the big one.” Fangboy says. “And we’ll take the diamond.”

I didn’t answer, instead, I stared directly in front of me, my eyes glued to his own. “He won't, we will both make sure of that” I assured him, my voice calm and soothing. I could see him swallow hard, the lump in his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously. “Just keep this between us, understand?” I added softly. I watched his nod slowly, ‘Okay’ was written all over his face, and I couldn’t help but smile proudly. I watched as he eyed the small box filled with pieces of gold greedily , his greedy hands reaching out, longing to grab whatever was lying inside. He hesitated for a second, before slowly placing his right hand in the centre of the box.

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.

“Thank you, Liana. You can go now.” “Yes, Miss.” She gave a small curtsy before slipping back through the door, leaving me alone again with the package. Smiling faintly, she tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside, layers of delicate white paper concealed something small and glimmering. She peeled the paper back and found a rose gold locket nestled within—a simple, elegant and unique design.. It was a sword that hung on the chain.. It had a blood red ruby on it's pommel which intensified the beauty of it.

I held them tight. Lucas presented me with a small, delicate locket made of polished silver. The locket was adorned with a tiny, shimmering opal that seemed to glow with a soft, white light. "I want you to have this, sis," Lucas said, his voice filled with affection. "It was Mom's favorite piece of jewelry. I think she'd want you to have it now."

Alpha Kent from the Easter region stood up, he took out a locket from under his shirt and handed it over to Ryley. It was an odd looking locket made up of amethyst stone clutched between a holder made with iron wires. One can see it was handmade. Any ways, when Ryley got hold of the locket alpha Kent smiled seeing the lights emitting from the stone just as the little Alpha's fingers came in contact with it.