روايات وقصص ضمن The Forsaken Pendant

Her breath caught. This… belonged to Cedric. She had seen it once before, worn beneath his collar during her graduation ceremony in her past life. This was the Fleming Heirloom Pendant, an artifact passed from father to son for generations. And now it sat in her palm, forgotten. Had he dropped it? Or abandoned it? She clutched it to her chest, conflicted. It felt like more than an object. It felt like fate was giving her a piece of him, something warm in contrast to the man himself. Something he could not deny.

I could actually see some streaks of white through the torn jeans as well. No wonder my knees had hurt so much. As it turned out, my flesh had already rubbed away, exposing the bones beneath. I didn't care that half my fingers were all broken, dislocated, or throbbing in pain. I did my best to put my hands together in a praying posture. Just then, Finnegan returned with a white ribbon in his hands, along with the worker. "I wish that Finnegan and Colette will be together forever." This line sounded too familiar to me. It suddenly tugged at my heart in such a painful manner that I couldn't breathe.

"The pendant will hide you, but it feeds on your strength. Don't wear it too long, or it will drain you completely." The metal was searing now. I could smell something like burnt herbs filling the air. "How long is too long?" "A few hours at most. And never while you sleep." Maeve's voice was serious. "This pendant was made from the bones of the last Blackthorne who tried to hide from his enemies. It didn't end well for him." "Second, you need allies. People you can trust to watch your back." Maeve's eyes were serious. "The boy who saved you tonight - can you trust him?"

I was about to turn back when a flicker of movement caught my eye near the far fence—someone standing by the weapons rack, head bowed, the moonlight catching in her hair. “Celeste” She didn’t see me. Her hands were clasped around something small that glimmered between her fingers. The breath caught in my throat when she lifted it toward the light. A pendant. Silver. Familiar. It couldn’t be. I stepped closer, quiet as a shadow. Its shape was burned into my memory—the crescent-shaped charm with the tiny sapphire at its center, once belonging to Astrid. It had been buried with her body; I’d placed it there myself.

Justin had not forgotten about the wolf-fang necklace. That night, Fay set down the necklace, a token of their promise, on the table. Justin had been so blinded by fury to understand the reality of the situation. His eyes darted toward the Luna, and his voice became hoarse with dread. “Mom… Fay returned the wolf-fang necklace before the gala…” Justin looked at the Luna with hope, seeking assurance from her that Fay’s little outburst was nothing substantial. However, the Luna’s drained and disappointed gaze shattered his last bit of hope.

“Then I’ll pay it later.” Her hand trembled as she reached into her cloak. From within the folds, she pulled out something small—a pendant shaped like a crescent, black as obsidian, pulsing faintly with silver light. I could feel its energy from where I stood; it called to me, thrumming in sync with my heartbeat. “This will dull the moon’s reach,” she said, her voice shaking. “But it will not save you. It will make you forget what you are.” I hesitated for only a heartbeat before snatching it from her hand. The moment my skin met the cold metal, the world pulsed violently. A flash of light burst through the clearing, throwing shadows across the trees.

Inside was a black pendant, obsidian, and my blood ran cold. I knew it too well. It was Susana’s. The same pendant she wore every single day. An heirloom from her mother. A charmed pendant, enchanted with protective spells. Unbreakable. But there it was on the table,split clean in half. “Where did they find this?” I asked slowly, forcing the words through a throat that had suddenly gone dry. Josh glanced around, then locked eyes with me. “Near the ravine. North territory. Near the old watch post… the one we decommissioned after the fire.”

I said weakly. Aiden immediately scoops me up, and Austin and Rebel come up and look at me with concern. “Thalia, is everything okay?” “Sinclair?” “I’m right here.” She says, running up with Isaiah, Kaia, and Rodrigo. “What is the keepsake?” “It’s a necklace with a pendant.” She said. Isaiah speaks up, though. “The pendant has a small Purple Altantonite.” Austin whips his head. “Are you serious?” “Yeah. I couldn’t believe it either, Dad, but it’s true.”

"No forced entry. No signs of struggle and the guards saw nothing." "Magic?" Marcus muttered, his expression darkening. I moved through the space mechanically, checking my belongings. My clothes were undisturbed, my weapons untouched. The documents Marcus had worried about sat exactly where I'd left them. Nothing seemed missing until I reached the small wooden box on my dresser where I kept it.. the pendant. The pendant king Theron had given me… the one with the moonstone pendant that helped stabilize my transformations…. was gone. "Elena?" Kieran's voice was careful, sensing my distress through our bond.

“The Goddess doesn’t care for such vanity, as it turns out. So she gave me a shape to match what was underneath. The vain woman became the thing that hides in the dark and eats flies.” My throat bobbed. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. The back of my head was stuck to the web, forcing it forward. “It took me a long time to find a way around her little punishment,” she went on, “but one day, while skittering through the caves and the muck, I found something. A pendant, discarded in the mud.” The pendant Sebastian had given me. “The pendant, when worn by a beautiful woman who is loved by those around her, soaks up all that love and warmth that surrounds her. It weakens her over time, dull