Thors Hammer Pendant 소설 & 이야기

This pendant was worn smooth because it was against someones skin for a time. "What is this?" I asked her. "This is proof " she said. "It is proof that not everyone, on that council agreed to stay quiet." Her fingers touched mine for a second. Then let go. "I cannot change what has already happened.. I can make sure you are not alone when something bad happens." Thor was already moving toward the grate, urgency written into every line of him, and I forced myself to follow, the two pendants heavy in my pocket, the weight of everything I’d just learned settling into my bones like something I’d be carrying for the rest of my life.

He gave a slight, reluctant nod. I extended my palm. Theron placed the pendant into it, and the moment the silver touched my skin, warmth bloomed up through my fingers and spread across my chest. Not the violent surge I had been fighting all evening. Something quieter. Something that felt, impossibly, like being steadied. Like a hand placed gently on a wound. "This belonged to someone I once knew," Theron said, his eyes on the pendant rather than my face. "It has calming effect on the soul, and will help you the

A cascade of brilliant-cut diamonds, each stone a teardrop of ice and fire, centered by a pendant, a single, flawless emerald-cut diamond the size of her thumbnail, set in a sleek platinum claw. “A token,” he said simply, his voice still rough from sex. “For your first return.” He lifted it from the box. The diamonds caught the light, scattering rainbows across her skin. “Turn.” She obeyed, presenting her back to him. The cool weight of the platinum chain settled against her skin, followed by the heavier, shocking chill of the pendant as it came to rest in the hollow of her throat. He fastened the clasp, his fingers brushing the sensitive nape of her neck.

He reached beneath his cloak and removed a small wooden box, worn smooth with age. The old Alpha held it out to Raven. "This belonged to the first Nightfire Queen." Raven hesitated before opening it. Inside rested a pendant. A silver wolf curled around a black flame. The moment her fingers touched it— A pulse of warmth spread through her body. Nightfire flared gently. Not wild. Comforting. Like greeting an old friend. "This was hers..." Raven whispered. Thorne nodded. "It has waited centuries for you." She fastened it around her neck.

"I think the opposite." I laughed and shook my head. I continued eating my pizza with full of hot sauce on it. "New necklace huh." Naz' smirked. I looked down on my neck; the golden fang pendant shined through the light. "Who gave that to you?" he asked. "Fenris." I held the pendant, appreciating its beauty even if it wasn't my taste. "A fang pendant." He raised his brow like thinking deeply. "You seem to be hanging around often huh."

The pendant hanging from it was sharp and painfully familiar. It was a little wolf. Alexander.

Yeah he never sugarcoats anything. I sigh… placing my hands in my pockets, when I feel something in my pocket. I pull it out, and I remember the warrior head pendant. "Do you know what this is?" I ask Zavion, holding the pendant up between my fingers. He narrows his eyes and studies it. "Ke …. The girl who fought Justin, she threw me this while fighting him. She broke something it was attached to, like a necklace or something." He shakes his head. "Mind if I see that?" Airryn asks, he moves in and takes it from me.

Strangest combination for clothing style thus, his face wasn't see yet. Prices, weapons and various ornaments were seen stacked up, thus, the real and fake were unknown to all as even the rarest of all items were seen present, like the weapons of gods. The hammer, Mjölnir, of the god of thunder, Thor, from the elder god pantheons. What seemed to be a glowing white halo, the halo of an angel, placed upon strange metal circles that seemed to hold up tight against the halo and even more, something that caught the attention of Shadow, a material that belonged to Maria and her parents. The spell book which last seen was in Maria's hands.

"That was awesome." Ale and Beth -- who'd just wandered over -- both clapped. Seth set the weapon down and again called it to his hand. He had been over thinking it. He just needed to want it in his hand, and it came. It was so incredibly simple. After calling it back to his hand several times, he picked it up, held the head close to his mouth, and whispered. "Whosoever shall hold this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."

“Perhaps this moment of crisis is exactly the right time.” I stared at the box, confused. “Igor, what is this? I don’t need a gift. I need a contingency plan.” He gave a slight, wry smile. “This is part of the contingency plan. It’s an anchor. A tether.” He opened the box. Inside, resting on the velvet, was a necklace. It wasn't flashy. It was a fine, heavy platinum chain, and suspended from it was a small, perfectly smooth, cylindrical pendant. It was about an inch long, simple and discreet, crafted from dark, polished titanium—a material that absorbed light rather than reflecting it. It looked expensive, minimalist, and completely anonymous.