The Forsaken Pendant Novels & Stories

Now get out. The foreigner had no choice. He turned and left. Jorrell Caddle, the man in black robes, stepped into the room. "Sir, did the absorption not work?" Feran gave a slight nod. "The Dragonheart Pendant is no ordinary artifact. I think it has drakonic fortune within. Not only did I fail to absorb it, but the thing also drained some of my arcane power." "What?" Jorrell looked stunned. "Is the pendant that dangerous?"

If he hadn't personally taken out the Eldorian Scroll fragment, he wouldn't have believed it was real. Xandros smiled faintly as he took a sip of coffee and said, "Did you forget the engraved emerald pendant I gave you?" At his words, Caspian quickly retrieved the pendant. Xandros had mentioned before that the pendant had a deep connection with the Eldorian Scroll fragment. But Caspian wondered how to use it. "Mr. Stewart Senior, is this thing useful?" Caspian asked with some skepticism. "Of course! Place the engraved emerald pendant on top of it!" Xandros replied.

The traitor barely managed to dodge, slashing with the silver blade as he retreated. Viktor stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the glowing pendant. "The Luna's Charm," he breathed, recognition and coveting clear in his voice. "I thought it lost with the rest of the Graystone relics." "It was never lost," I replied, feeling ancient knowledge flow through me as the pendant's magic merged with my awakening wolf. "It was waiting." The pendant's light expanded, forming a protective circle around me. With a clarity I hadn't felt in years, I understood what was happening—the magic embedded in the pendant wasn't just a shield; it was a key, unlocking what had been forcibly locked away.

“A celestial binding relic. One capable of suppressing the wearer’s powers.” The High Priestess’s gaze flickered to him, measuring. “You understand the risk? Such items do not discriminate between souls.” “I do.” She turned, moving toward a stone chest at the back of the chamber. From within, she withdrew a delicate chain forged from pale, shimmering metal. At its center hung a small crystalline pendant that seemed to hold starlight within it. “This was crafted during the last Blood Moon convergence,” she said. “It binds the magic of whoever wears it. Severely.”

Again. They had recovered a Second Sight pendant—its base crafted from Ashen material. The pendant had been extracted from a rogue den and was fused to a blood-marked chain. Initial estimates suggested it had passed through the hands of at least six users. Its origin remained unknown, but the spread pattern was disturbingly organized.

She wasn’t supposed to matter, and yet, she had begun to infiltrate his thoughts, slipping past the defenses he had spent years fortifying. The crescent mark on her neck haunted him more than he cared to admit. He had seen it clearly tonight, and something about it had felt familiar, almost ancient, as though it carried a story yet to be uncovered. Why had she been marked? What secrets did it hold? And why did he feel as though its meaning was somehow tied to him? Damian clenched his fists, frustrated with the questions swirling in his mind. Only the Moon God dess had answers to these questions since Selene felt like a twisted game.

On the day she was supposed to meet Chloe, Esther changed into black tactical gear. She wore a hat, a mask, and the unmistakable gold bracelet that marked her identity. When she arrived, Chloe was already waiting. She froze at the sight of her, but quickly recovered, fixing her eyes on the ghostly gleam of the gold bracelet on Esther’s right wrist. “Gold-Masked Hecate?” Esther didn’t speak. She simply raised her wrist slightly in acknowledgment, then gestured for Chloe to talk.

Her voice was thin and ethereal, like wind whistling through bones. "She has not faded completely," she said, ignoring Fenris's question. "What does that mean?" Fenris shot to his feet. "Are you telling me she can be saved?" "But you will need a sacred relic to suppress the poison," the witch's gaze fell to my neck. "The moonstone pendant. The one that belongs to the Silver Crest pack." The color drained from Fenris's face. "The moonstone? That pendant?" It was the one he had given to Vanessa.

“She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?” Caleb turned his head. His gaze locked on mine. And in that moment, everything inside me turned to ice. Years of loyalty… and still, I meant nothing. That was when I knew. There was no bond between us. No future. No Luna crown. “Gregory,” I said softly, my voice steady, “please cancel the engagement.” The old Alpha looked at me slowly, regret carved deep into his face. But I didn’t waver. I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out.

She sat up abruptly. “Dad, it’s gone—” “Relax,” Leon said with a small chuckle. “It slipped around your neck while you were sleeping. The pendant’s at your back, darling.” Eleanor reached her back, turning the delicate silver chain until the green gemstone came back into view. Her shoulders loosened. The panic left her eyes, replaced with quiet relief. Leon shook his head slightly. A soft smile broke through his usually stoic face. “You know, you hold onto that necklace like it’s more precious than gold.”