The Forsaken Pendant Novels & Stories

I almost forgot that one. "April," I turned to her, grinning from ear to ear. "You want to blow the candles??" "Val, it's your birthday!" Violet chided with a playful frown. "Doesn't matter." I replied, leaning back at the headboard. After blowing the candles, April, Violet and Atlas hurried out of the room to continue whatever plans they had in mind for today. But Wesley stayed, coming to sit on the bed with me. "Happy birthday." He said as he pulled out a small jewelry box from his pockets, opening to reveal a silver necklace with my name inscribed on it as a pendant.

I guess it seemed a little strange that I was here. “Yes, I just stopped by to check on something. What brings you around the witches quarters?” she asked. I told her straight out, “I came to gather some ingredients for an assembling spell.” Her gaze narrowed to my neck, and I watched. Her eyes lingered on the pendant that lay on my breast as she said, “That’s a peculiar pendant you have there, how did you get it?” I tucked the pendant under my shirt and explained, “It was a gift. My mom gave it to me to protect it.” I asked, a little curious, “Do you know what it is?” “It’s obviously not an ordinary heirloom, it seems to be forged with powerful ancient magic, a type of magic so strong enoug

Astrid's POV The warrior’s words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating and cold. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard. “The fragments… are missing?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded, each beat echoing louder in my ears as confusion and disbelief clawed at my thoughts. The Forsaken Amulet was destroyed. Rowena sacrificed her life to ensure it could never be used again.

’ I replied. I came across a white gold tennis bracelet that had amethysts and diamonds alternating through it. The amethysts reminded me of Kyra’s eyes. I added it to the cart, and continued scrolling. I found a ring that matched the bracelet. It had a large square diamond in the middle, and a smaller square amethyst on each side of the diamond.

Just the stillness of a grave and the quiet hum of power leaking from its roots. The Bone Tree. It stood like a sentinel in a clearing, branches twisted like reaching arms, and hanging from one of them, just above eye level, was something swaying gently in the air. A pendant. Small. Worn. Carved from what looked like real bone, its surface etched with the Hollowborn sigil. Her breath hitched. As she stepped closer, the air thickened. A pressure pressed against her chest like a second heartbeat, heavier with every pace. Sweat gathered along her neck. She reached up—and the pendant snapped free into her palm with a sharp sting.

In his arms. Then the spiral dragged me further, back to Kea City. Our first night together. How I'd slipped when he suddenly showed up in my room. How he was quick to catch me. How he carried me, cared for me. My chest twisted painfully. My fingers found the necklace he’d given me, the cool chain with the crescent moon pendant digging into my palm. Hayden's deep voice echoed in my head: “Since I’m fixing this, us, I want to renew my vow sincerely this time… with this.

I blink back the tears and ask him, “Why didn't you mark me?” He sighs. “The seer at the hospital…” He hesitates before continuing. “She said you can start healing faster if your fate marks you.” I blink. Once. Twice. Let the words settle like frostbite on my bones. “So… you didn’t mark me because you thought someone else would?” He says nothing. “But you knew,” I whisper. “You knew the Moon Compass never pointed for me. You knew my fate doesn’t exist.”

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

I said, turning to leave without waiting for a response. After only one step, I felt a strange impact that caused my skull to explode in pain, and I fell to the ground. I struggled to get up, dazed, but a rough hand grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, and my wrists were bit by the cold, jagged chains. I tried to summon my wolf powers but failed, leaving me weak, exhausted, and terrified. "preserve your strength. The chains have been enchanted." "You won't be able to shapeshift," Jabor warned.

“I knew it. My mother and Aunty Caelora—there are layers beneath everything they say.” Aunty Caelora draws a breath that sounds older than her years. “I don’t know why,” she admits, gaze darting to the elder, who stands half-shadowed, trembling. “But seeing her—her dragging this pendant from me—makes me remember the lie I’d buried so deep, it had begun to feel like truth.” Her fingers tighten around the chain as though it burns. “This pendant…” she continues, voice thinning to a whisper, “…it doesn’t belong to Lysandra. It belongs to my sister. My youngest. Her name was—” she falters, swallows, and finishes on a breath—