Thors Hammer Pendant Novels & Stories

The answer is ignorant. Ellthan took out something in his pocket, a necklace whose pendant was in the shape of a sun. Aiora is silent when Ellthan puts the necklace on, Aiora knows that the necklace is not just an ordinary necklace but like bugging and GPS maybe? "You don't believe me?" Asked Aiora sarcastically. "Yes." Ellthan replied annoying, making Aiora groaned irritated, he wanted to scratch the handsome face in front of him. "Come on." Invite Ellthan to embrace Aiora's waist possessive, take him out of the room.

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

Solitude was better than fake smiles and whispered judgments. "These are... different." I jumped, nearly stabbing myself with the metal pliers. Alex stood beside my desk, studying the pendant I'd just completed—raw crystal wrapped in delicate silver threads like a cage that wasn't quite closed. The gemstone could slip free if turned just right, but appeared securely trapped at first glance. "Christ, wear a bell or something," I muttered, setting down my tools. "What can I do for you, Mr. Thorne?" His mouth twitched at the formality. "These designs. They're not like your previous work."

Thor says and brings out the gold object from inside his pocket, placing it on the table in front of Eric. Eric's face frowns in concentration as he picks it up and examines it. I'm not sure he knows what it is and his next words confirm that fact. "What is it?" He asks Thor as he pushes the thing across the table to Uncle Elias Uncle Elias hasn't even picked it up before he answers Eric's question "This belongs to House Denton, where did you get it from?" He asks with surprise. "It is their coat or arms?" Thor says questioningly and Uncle Elias nod

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

She opened the white box, pulled out a necklace, and handed it to Arah. She inspected it—a thin chain with an unsettling silver pendant, intricate and heavy, resting in the palm of her hand. Her fingers brushed the cold metal, and a chill crawled up her spine. The pendant depicted a coiled figure of a woman with snakes for hair, their tiny heads frozen mid-strike. “This looks... interesting,” she whispered under her breath. The figure’s hollow eyes sent a prickle along her skin. It wasn’t just the pendant’s physical weight—it felt like it carried something darker, something alive.

He moved with the easy, deliberate rhythm of a dragon long practiced in the art of diplomacy. Unfolding his hand, he set an obsidian pendant on the table between them. In the sunlight, its dark surface came alive. A deep black, polished to a mirror sheen, with edges carved in sharp, deliberate ridges that caught the light like tiny diamond shaped blades. At its center pulsed a faint ember-glow, so that when the sun struck it, the gem flared brilliant and cold, as if a dark star had been trapped inside stone. Merenrys watched the pendant with calm and curiosity. “From Tungsten,” Bemrylcad said, his voice smoother than usual. Controlled and edged with the polished authority of a born negotiato

She winced in pain and hit at my hand with her fists. Trying to escape? Huh. That’s when I saw it. A thin silver chain around her neck, half hidden by her torn tunic. A diamond pendant swung free. On it was a crest, a hammer over a crescent moon. The family totem of the Red Moon pack weapon house. I ripped the chain from her neck, finally releasing my hand from her throat. She gasped for air. I held the pendant up and read the totem, then faced her angrily. “You carry the name totem of the Red Moon pack weapon house. Who exactly are you?”

Something about her was so familiar. I started to unwind my binding on my chest. The relief was instant and had me sighing in relief. I shrugged the trousers off me and was left in only the men’s under garments from Ethan. I glanced across the room at the other belongings. On the nightstand, was a black pendant. I walked over to examine it further. It was in the shape of a crescent moon with a beautiful, sculpted wolf arching into the crescent. The pendant was that of a Alpha’s son. Some of great power.

Echoes, perhaps, of those who had drowned here long ago. They bowed—not deeply, but in recognition. Drift raised his hand, unsure why. One of the figures stepped forward. Her face still held a hint of youth beneath the decay. She reached toward him, not with hostility, but with offering. In her hand: a pendant. Black coral bound in a net of hair and sea-glass. She placed it over his head and whispered, her voice like water poured through broken teeth: “The Tether has chosen. The sea remembers. The land forgets. You are not its weapon. You are its will.”