Thors Hammer Pendant Novels & Stories

I had heard worse. "That makes sense," I whispered before smiling up at her. Her eyes looked at me and she smiled back and raised her hands curved them around her neck before she opened her pendant. "Wha-" "Perseus gave me this when I was going through a hard time. This pendant has been passing through generations in Perseus's family and now you're here, I think you deserve it. May I?" I looked dumbfounded at her and slowly turned around. When her hands made contact with my neck, I shivered as the cold metal of the pendant pressed against my neck. It was beautiful and antique with a green stone in the center surrounded by white petals.

His eyes locked onto the pocket of my ritual clock, where the end of a braided black cord peeked out. His hand darted into my pocket and roughly pulled out a clear-quartz pendant. It was a protective relic Joel had bestowed upon me when I left. The crystal was flawless and almost luminous. Its facets were carved with intricate banishment sigils. “Did you plan to bless us with this?” Ted held the pendant up to his face, which was full of contempt.

he said, and I could tell by the way his smile was a careful thing he’d practiced in private that it mattered. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, soft cloth-wrapped object. When he unfolded it, there lay a tiny pendant shaped like a seed—a simple, imperfect gold pebble on a slender chain. He held it out like offering and then, before I could protest, he fastened it at my throat. “It’s small,” he said, “because you’re going to be holding something enormous. But I want this to be with you when you feel small or brave, or both.”

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

He began channeling his internal energy, stabilizing his breath and rhythm. Above his head hovered a pendant that was ancient in design. It was etched with intricate and mysterious runes that pulsed with a potent spiritual energy. The light green pendant had been crafted from rare black iron and imbued with a protective enchantment. At a mere thought from Chase, it would radiate an aura to shield him from harm. An artifact of this caliber was extraordinarily valuable. Chase wasted no time, securing it around his neck. "I need to break through to martial arts saint soon or find more resources for cultivation," Chase reflected. Suddenly, his gaze shifted in the southeastern direction.

But he could not say that out, so he opted for a more neutral nod. He fished out the jewellery box from his suit pocket. “Happy second anniversary, Mrs. Thorne.” He opened the box to reveal a purple amethyst pendant. It was a tiny, intricately cut crescent moon. It looked like a cheap piece of jewellery, but it was an Egyptian craftsmanship that had cost him a couple of grand just to get in contact with. Alexander did not think she would really appreciate it, but he wanted to give her a meaningful parting gift - and he could not think of anything that she loved more than the moon and all the rocks in her collection.

His gaze landed on the pendant that was lying on his chest, he sighed as he held it, raised it to his lips, and kissed it, it was the pendent Madam Dera made for him, she said it contains an evil thought catcher which catches evil thoughts. So when he would have any evil thought the pendant will catch it and he wouldn't have to injure himself... He could say the pendent was working because for the days he had been in the human world, his miserable thoughts hasn't been that strong nor as he injured himself, he gave a small smile. He turned his side to the mirror to examine his back, he raised his dreadlocks which had reduced in length, it got to his back, he had trimmed it. He turned to his o

He lets me in through a disguise. The Council pendant is a key itself. The top part was in a shape of a crescent moon. Besides the moon were a tiny sun and star with a small oceanic blue stone at their center. The stem was colored silver and twisted, surrounded by beads of stars. And the pin to open a lock was carved out pentagon. That is the real council pendant I knew and not this key with a scarlet stone on its sun and star. “My… You’re a peculiar one, miss Shadowstone,” Clayton commented calmly but there still is a hint of provocation and perplexity in his tone. “How did you know this is not the pendant?”

He had a short beard and his hair was tied back, it looked to only reach below his ears maybe. She looked over at Jormungand and he positioned himself. Thor raised the large hammer he had and was clearly going to do something. She watched as Jormungand shifted and shot forward at Thor. They collided and several bolts came down. Thor bellowed something, and there was also a roar. She darted for the opening, she turned around and nearly screamed. Jormungand was right behind her. She wasn’t expecting his serpent, but he shifted and grabbed her going into the opening.

A curious thing was a pair of gloves with flint and steel attached to the palm of either, but then she recalled what Temujin said about red Slayers needing at least a spark within a hundred yards of them to command fire. Acting purely on instinct (which her trainers sometimes encouraged), she tucked all the items away in the inside pockets of her suit, in her obi belt, under her gloves, and inside her collar. She did everything quickly, before she would get cold feet. Then something caught her eye. It was a necklace with a unique pendant. The necklace itself was made of pure silver, though judging by its appearance it was ancient and hadn’t been well-maintained. The pendant was something els