Thors Hammer Pendant Novels & Stories

She smiles, puts her hands on her hips, and nods. “Yes, this will work just fine. If we need more, we can figure something else out. After we get a little deeper into training, we will need you, your Majesty, but for now, you’ll just be a little distracting. Before we go out separate ways, I have something for both of you.” She reaches into a pocket in her dress and pulls out two pendants. One is on a thick titanium chain, the pendant is in the shape of claw, obsidian stone in the center of the paw, tigers eye claws. The other is smaller but same material and shape.

The fang glowed with an ivory sheen under the dim light, the dried blood at its root now a dark, rusted brown. Then I reached into my collar and pulled out the three chains. I held them in my palm, side by side. The moonstone's deep crimson still swirled in its slow, eternal rotation. The silver pendant's edge glowed a little brighter than it had last night. The stitches on the talisman were crooked and uneven, but every single one of them was sewn through with the same silent prayer. I strapped the totems back onto my body, one by one. Dagger into my boot. Wolf fang around my wrist. Pendant in the hollow of my throat. Moonstone flat against my chest. The old Omega's talisman stayed in the c

He replaced it with something he had pulled out from his pocket. A heavy, gold collar? No. A pendant. It was a heavy gold medallion stamped with the crest of the Smith Sovereigns, The Night Shadow Pack’s emblem. A roaring wolf on a shield of onyx. "Wear this," he said to her, as he fastened it around her neck. The metal was warm against her neck from being in his pocket since. "What is it?" Zara asked him, while touching the cold stone.

“A murder present. My favorite.” Still, curiosity was a stronger drug than fear. I carried it inside, set it on the counter, and untied the ribbon. Inside was a pendant. Silver. Heavy. Shaped like a wolf’s head. Its eyes glinted red in the dim light, twin pinpricks of something that looked too alive to be stone. I picked it up. The chain slithered through my fingers, cool and delicate. The pendant itself pressed warm against my palm. Too warm. The warmth grew, pulsing faintly. Like a heartbeat.

Seen it clenched tightly in Kira's grasp. "It's called the Crown of Thorns," Kathrine explained, her voice solemn. "A relic from the early wars. The use of It is forbidden. For good reason." My gaze stayed locked on the illustration, a strange mix of fascination and fury coiling inside me. The pendant was beautiful. And it had been used to tear the man I loved away from me. "What does it do?" I asked. "How do we destroy it?" She shut the book with a decisive snap.

Then wolves, huge, silver-furred creatures, bowing their heads before the stone. I blinked hard. “What am I seeing?” And then I saw the pendant. It lay there in the center of the ruined altar, half-buried in moss and dirt, but still shining like it didn’t belong in the world around it. A pendant. Dull metal. Shaped like a crescent moon. In the center of the moon’s curve sat a single, carved eye, smooth and still, but it felt like it was staring right at me. My chest tightened.

That necklace was familiar and something about it ticked me off the wrong way as fear clawed my throat. I took a spin, my gaze landing on the necklace around her neck as I took tiny steps towards her. With every step that I took, the more fear clawed at the back of my neck—I sincerely hoped that I was wrong, it couldn’t be. “What’s that around your neck?” Freya gasped immediately, trying to hide the pendant when I slapped her hands away, staring intently at it as recognition flickered through my eyes and dread settled over my shoulders. It felt like my whole world was spinning around as I stumbled backward. Thorne’s mum's necklace. He had once told me about how special it was for him and how

"Use the pendant!" Amelia's hand instinctively reached for the silver pendant resting against her chest. It was a relic passed down through generations, said to hold the power of the purest light. She clasped it in her palm, feeling a surge of energy course through her. With a cry, Amelia raised the pendant high above her head, its radiant glow illuminating the darkness enveloping the chamber. A pillar of light erupted from the pendant, piercing through the Shadow Lord's beastly form. In that blinding column of light, time seemed to slow. The Shadow Lord let out a roar of agony, his monstrous facade crumbling away, revealing a wounded and vulnerable figure.

Since I can breath under water, I stayed longer while scrubbing my whole body. I heard the guy's footsteps and voice above the surface, I was about to go up into the surface when something caught my eyes. My forehead creased and I swam towards where I saw lights flickering faintly. When I looked closer, I saw a forged iron wolf rune pendant with a blue diamond in the center. The pendant was perfectly hand-crafted. The blue diamond is the one who was shining faintly. But when it contacts my hand it suddenly glows brightly. Same thing happened when I held the scythe and the anchor/ship wheel pendant. I decided to keep it and put the pendant together with the other.

"It’s moon-core silver. It only activates in the presence of the first foundations." ​The pendant pulled harder, forcing Seraphina to take several stumbled steps toward the rear of the cavernous hall. Lysander followed closely behind, his hand resting on the hilt of his dark blade, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. ​The light from the pendant shot forward in a single, concentrated beam, striking the base of a massive, shadowed wall at the very back of the sanctuary. The wall was covered in thick, centuries-old ivy and black moss, completely hidden from the rest of the room.