Slytherin Locket Novels & Stories

The runes near the bed shrieked, a whistle that signaled the end. Behind them, Lydia rushed into the room, her gown rustling as she let out a dramatic, piercing wail. Selene followed close behind, her face pale, tears already streaming down her cheeks. I didn't hear any of it. The chaos, the shouting of the healers, Lydia’s cries—it was all muted, like I was underwater. I stood up slowly, stepping back from the bed as my entire identity collapsed into nothingness. I looked down at my hands. In my left, the split silver moon. In my right, the fragile parchment.

Lucian gritted out, the demon fire heating his body until it was scalding hot. “Ahhh!” Sloan cried out, jerking her hands away from him. Her palms were burned and the skin was peeling off. “You dare hurt me!” she shouted, glaring at him. “Where’s the Quintessence Star?” Lucian asked, ignoring her pain. One of the witches stepped forward with it immediately, her body shaking in fear. Shane glared at her and took it from her hand forcefully. With a final look at Sloan and her witches, Lucian walked away and went back to the party, his mind occupied with one thought.

Levian said coldly as he tossed the silver locket onto the table for Malfoy to inspect. Malfoy picked it up, and for a brief moment, surprise flashed in his eyes. “How did you get this?” “Don’t you think you should be answering me first?” Levian’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, holding his ground. Malfoy studied him for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. He tossed the locket back onto the table, then leaned back in his chair, his face hardening. “I see you’ve already come into contact with him.”

And at the bottom, wrapped in velvet— The locket. My fingers know the shape before my eyes do. The metal’s icy against my palm, the Thorne crest worn but unmistakable: a wolf and crescent moon, just like Kieran’s ring. Arthur goes very still. "Where did you get that?" "I—" The memory slips like smoke. My mother’s hands, trembling, pressing it into mine. Hide this, Lily. Never show anyone. The lantern flickers. A shadow moves in the corner—

Theo placed a hand on my shoulder, assuring me that everything would be fine. "We don't have anything that he owned" he said to Veronica who was moving about, lighting scented candles. "Oh but I do" she said, taking out a rusted black - more like brown- box. She blew off the dust on the surface of the box before unlocking it and lifting the lid. She took out a blue locket which was made of sapphire. "This was passed from Ivagon all the way to me. It represents our nature as druids" She said and handed it to me carefully.

He tucked it away inside his coat; now he just needed to wait for Caroline to get him out. As he waited, his eyes caught something on one of the shelves. It was a glimmer of gold on a small manikin neck. Once he got closer, he realized it was a locket. It had the letter C on it. It must have been Caroline’s locket; the one Xander had stolen from her. He wondered why Xander would go out of his way to steal and keep this locket. As he picked up the locket, her could feel the slight glimmer of magic surging through him like electricity. The locket held magic; Caroline failed to mention that part. Sebastian jumped back as he heard the sound of the vault unlatching and the door slowly opening.

“I’m not letting you claim me.” His smirk was slow, predatory. “You think this is about letting me? No, little wolf. I take what’s mine.” His hand slid into his coat, and when it came out, the silver locket dangled from his fingers. The way it swung between us made my skin prickle. “Do you know what this is?” “I don’t care,” I said, but my voice betrayed the hitch in my breath. “You will.” His gaze dragged down my body before snapping back to my eyes. “It’s from the temple. This locket is the key to unlocking everything inside you… every drop of your power.”

Lysandra smiled gently, "On your fifth birthday, she gave you a small locket, shaped like a crescent moon. Inside, there's a picture of the two of you, and the words, 'Forever entwined, my moonlight.'" Choked with emotion, I clutched the very locket hidden beneath my dress. No one else knew of its existence. Dupree, sensing the gravity of the revelation, interjected cautiously, "We must protect this knowledge. The underworld is rife with those who'd exploit it." Lysandra nodded in agreement. "But first, she must be prepared. The coming storm won't wait."

*The silver locket. He reached deep into his tactical pocket. The antique locket had fallen from Lorrie's coat during the initial chaos in the courtyard, and he had scooped it up. Kneeling, Lorenzo examined the stonework beneath the handprint until he spotted what he was looking for: a small, circular indentation perfectly matching the heirloom's dimensions. He carefully pressed the locket into the slot. A heavy, metallic *click* echoed through the monastery. The massive wall began to vibrate violently as ancient, heavy gears ground into motion. Slowly, the emerald handprint began to emit a brilliant, pulsing green glow.

Her mask fell away as she spoke firmly, “Lucas, don’t go alone. To stop this black hole, the pure blood of the Moreno lineage must merge with your mechanical power. Sophia—you are the key. That silver locket around your neck isn’t just jewelry… it’s the remote destruction key for this black hole.” I stared at the locket. It was glowing intensely blue. I realized my father had given it to me in case he ever lost control… but he never imagined I would use it against him. “Sophia, hurry!” Lucas shouted.