Author Amulet Novels & Stories

"The auction accepts everything from euros to dragon scales. For the bidding, I was hoping you could cover us. We’ll need enough to bid on anything Sonya might be after.” "What is she after?" Phoebe asks. "The Amulet of Binding." Selene opens the laptop her contact must've set up and pulls up the photo. "It's a powerful artifact, very old and cursed. Melvanie's been trying to acquire it for years. Now she's sending Sonya to get it." I study the amulet in the photo. Gold and gems, covered in symbols that make my wolf uneasy just looking at them. "What does it do?" "Binds souls together. Usually used in dark rituals, blood magic, that sort of thing." Selene closes the laptop. "With Sonya's blo

Taking it into my own adrenaline fuelled, trembling hands, I see what it is—a bronze amulet depicting the phases of the moon. “It will shield you from prying eyes and those who mean you harm. You will be able to travel unseen and leave no trace of yourself where you tread.” She takes the amulet from my hand, stands on the tips of her toes, and places it around my neck. Her fingers bush against my skin and a trickle of raw energy flows into me. I remember why I had been distancing myself from my only real friend.

“Your amulet can help you focus your power. You are capable of frying the entire electric system which will release the locks.” Doing as she said I closed my eyes and pictured what I needed to do. I thought about everyone that had suffered at the hands of Alaric. Hollie, Raven, these extraordinary people. I felt the amulet heat as the lights began to flicker around us before all the bulbs blew and the sounds of metal locks clicked. As quick as the bulbs blew a backup generator kicked in. Only the locking mechanisms were completely broken.

he asked me. Before I could respond, Bruce tossed a piece of jewel to Vox; it landed at his feet. By mere staring at it, I could tell this held power. Daemon took a step back; he looked disturbed by the sight of the Nexus Amulet’. The amulet was a bracelet made of gold, it had a gem in the middle—the gem the color of the sky at night. Vox slowly picked it up; he placed it on his wrist, and the bracelet widened to his fitting. “You have your bracelet now.” I said to him, “Now where is Thane?”

I treated it like an egg, a fragile little thing and it really needed to be taken care of like that, since it was in my possession, after all. Sweeping my hair to the side, I put the amulet over my neck, hissing slightly as soon as it touched my chest. I have worn it a total of two times and I still didn't get used to the sudden spark it gave. It was a sharp sensation, a prickly one, like the amulet was trying to draw my soul to it, which it did. According to the book, the Amerlis amulet is a very powerful gem, imbued with the powers of the ancestral witches and gives the wearer unlimited power. It draws the soul to it as one, making the user's initial powers even more powerful when using it

I ask, curiosity momentarily replacing my despair. The three servants shared a look, as though considering whether to give me the answer or not. Herb cleared his throat before speaking. “You see, the amulet isn't just a piece of jewelry. It's a sigil. It allows whoever wields it to have access to the magic within the very foundations of the kingdom.” He paused before continuing. “This power, once Lachlan learns how to access it, will tip the war in their favor.” “So basically, this war is lost before it's already even begun?” I ask, not meaning to sound so pessimistic.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.