Author Amulet Romane & Geschichten

Remove the impurity and cleanse my soul. The amulet begins to glow the moment I say the words, and my body begins to vibrate. The amulet feels like it’s alive in my hand. Almost like I’m holding a beating heart. It’s seriously disconcerting. Taking the amulet by the chain, I let it slide down my hand and dip it into the angel fire. The water bubbles around the amulet and begins to glow with a blinding blue light. Blinking back, I lift the amulet up and run my gaze over it. The jewel in the middle is no longer red but a bright blue. Its light illuminates the room with its potent glow.

he instructed the guards who manned the door. Fidelis was placed on the table before him. He was already getting cold. Everyone in the room, including Damon, believed he stood no chance of coming out alive. But Damon was determined to prove himself wrong. In a whirlwind of desperation and determination, his gaze fell upon an ancient amulet, said to possess mystical powers. It was hanging on the wall close to where Fidelis was laid. Drawing from the remnants of their pack's fading magic, he channeled the energy into the lifeless body of Fidelis. Through some unfathomable connection, the amulet responded, breathing life back into Fidelis, his eyes fluttering open with a gasp.

he claims before bowing and walking away. The amulet vibrates on the dark, damp floor of the dungeon with ebbing magic. The growls and hissing of the hydralith, however, still echoes in my ears. Prince Rasmus studies the amulet with disdain before he picks it up with his free hand, the other clutching the Merilure. No matter how many times I see it happen before my eyes, it’ll still shock me how such a humongous beast can be trapped within a crystal. Magic is certainly incredible. And dangerous.

When she spoke, her voice layered with Genevieve's familiar venom: "Mother says hello, little sister." The paralyzed Lumen warriors began to twitch. Their eyes flooded black as one by one, they rose, no longer wolves, but puppets of shadow and flesh, their movements synchronized like marionettes on invisible strings. Eric's claws unsheathed with a sound like ringing steel. "The amulet. It's not just a key, it's an instrument. Use it now." The fused metal burned icy hot against my sternum. I didn't know how to wield it, didn't understand,

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

The Game Master had been hiding in plain sight all along, watching all of us as he impersonated the people in his own pack. As I wracked my mind through everything I learned in the past twenty-four hours, only one memory stood out in my mind. Nadia submerged herself into the lake I had seen when I first came to Iridian. She wore nothing but the amulet around her neck. One made from silver, with a smooth diamond at the center. The Game Master had been worried about her as she walked into the dark, star-flecked waters. She emerged and survived, but something about her had changed. The white bull spoke of magic, and clearly the amulet was some kind of conduit.

“This is something I need to do alone. Just give me the amulet.” The other guard wanted to protest, but when he saw the glint in my crimson eyes, a sign that one wrong move from him could bring my Lycan to the fore, he sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, silver amulet. It was a small metal piece, with countless runes etched into the surface. This was the only thing that could unlock her cell—an enchanted piece of silver imbued with magic strong enough to contain even her. Only the Moon Goddess knew where my dad got this from.

I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to look away from the crimson imprint that now stained Amanda's neck. "Well, Ella, you've seen it for yourself," Amanda said with a mocking smile. "Kelvin marked me just now, and this mark symbolizes his love for me. Only a Luna deserves such a mark. Our bond grows stronger by the day—only the Moon Goddess herself could break it." Then she let out a loud, scornful laugh that echoed in the air. Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it."

"Yes. She's always kept a close eye on the Klains. She couldn't have Endymion, so she wanted Nicholas as his replacement. As her mate." My wolf stirred beneath the surface. Selene had wanted to take Nicholas one way or the other, and as much as it pained me, she had won. My wolf bared its teeth. No. Nicholas was ours. We'd find a way. "After William told me what happened at Crescent Moon when Nicholas was taken, I've come to a conclusion. The Moon Goddess was using Felix as a decoy while she created the Elixir herself. The one that would break the seal on Endymion."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?