Troll Tribal Necklace Novels & Stories

The healer hurriedly went to me and handed over a golden choker necklace with pearls and gems. I was baffled because I was sure that beastmen were not yet capable of creating an intricate necklace made of gold and gems. "How... How was it possible...?" I mumbled in confusion. "Do you know what it is?" the healer asked. "Yes, but the materials—is there a tribe that can make this neckl—I mean collar, aside from the Ancient race?" I asked curiously. "Unfortunately, none," my brother answered briefly.

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

I wondered if Nurse Kerri intended that underlying tone in her words. “Now, go away,” Gladia snapped, not allowing Nurse Kerri to get another word in, and slammed the door in her face. It was becoming her brand — slamming the door in someone’s face. Gladia tossed the herbs into the bathroom trash can and stared at the necklace. The gold pendant was half the size of a poker chip, bearing the sigil of the Fallenmist pack: a side view of a wolf's head surrounded by waves of smoke. “Pretty, but I don’t trust the witch,” she murmured, unlocked the pendant, and tossed the crushed herbs into the trash bin. Then she locked the necklace around her neck, running her fingers over the pendant as she adm

The actor wins in the end, and then the next item gets unfolded. “This piece is donated to us by the Native American Association,” Robert says. “It is an original piece from the Sioux tribe, a bridal necklace passed down from generations, made of leather, turquoise, and bones--” “Wait.” Suddenly, Yana grabs my hand. “I know that necklace.” I face her. “Really?” “Yeah.” Suddenly, she scrolls through her phone and flashes me a picture. “That’s my grandma’s, Catori. It was gifted to her by her husband when they got married. Look.”

Ley said with a smile, “It was hilarious, it was chewing on the branch treat Shaitan had given it and the feral knocked it from the troll's mouth when it charged it out of the gate and it smashed the orc to a pulp in a rage at its treat being soiled, destroying the necklace in the process.” “I knew it was dumb having that beast take part, surely someone like Shaitan could have brought something with at least a little intelligence, crash and smash won’t get it through the games” Marcia groaned. “I think having it participate is quite funny, it does the most unexpected things, it may give less of a serious vibe to the usual games” Markus said, with a chuckle. “So father said the necklace was a

Damn, what do they do to get their money. Raven drives off. ***** We are packed at the castle, still seated in the car. Tareem bring out some pictures. They were all on red and black respectively. Their faces covered too but they all had one thing in common a ring. The kind Tash's uncle had on. Tareem stares at Tash as they communicate with their eyes. "Is that Tenebris orb?", Raven asks and they nod. "What is Tenebris orb?", I ask cluelessly.

It was late afternoon when I sank deeper into the worn leather of my office chair, staring blankly out the window. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting muted, amber light over our territory. The shadows stretched like ghosts across the forest surrounding our tribe's house, a stark reminder of the life I had committed to just hours earlier. My fingers absentmindedly toyed with the leather beaded necklace hanging heavily against my chest—a token from the commitment ceremony I had just endured. It was adorned with arrow-headed black obsidian, a symbolic gesture from Jayla that now felt like a weight anchoring me to the earth, yet it served as a constant reminder of my betrayal.

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

She declares haughtily, “You have no business crashing this kind of event.” I ignore her, “What did you do with my necklace?” Triumph blazes through Nerissa as she pulls a familiar gold chain from the neckline of her dress, untangling it from a mass of layered necklaces. “What? You mean this necklace?” “Give it back.” I snatch for it, but her shifter speed thwarts me.