5 Stone Family Ring Novels & Stories

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

He lined the pieces up in a row and stood back and looked at them with his hands clasped behind his back. Julian's posture. Exactly. I looked at Gail across the room. She looked back at me. Neither of us spoke. The fire was the only sound. Aiden picked up the queen piece and turned it over in his careful hands. The Windsor firestone ring had been in this family for four generations. And I had just found out where it had been for the last six years.

Now, guilt consumed her for such thoughts. “Well, I did. It arrived yesterday. I’d like you to wear it from now on.” Heath pulled out a ring with several diamonds clustered around a pink gemstone. Set in what looked like was platinum. “I want to see. Is it pretty? I want to see it on mom’s finger.” Geoff tilted his head to examine the ring. He seemed more eager than his father to get the ring on Ivy’s finger. “Fine, there it’s on. Okay, guys? One step closer to being a family in everyone’s eyes.”

I thought to myself. I shook off the servants’ hands angrily and hissed, “I’ll do it myself.” It was a beautiful ring, made of gold, embedded with a round shiny black stone. The ring had a unique and attractive design, as if it was bought from an antique store. When the witch put the ring on my ring finger the previous night, I couldn’t help admiring its beauty and uniqueness silently. But before I could even get used to it, I had to take it off. Of course, it belonged to the Silverfang family, and I had no interest in keeping it anyway.

Alton's deep voice reverberated in my ears. The diamond-studded band slipped over my knuckle, the stones glittering in the remaining Italian sunshine. The engagement ring I wore from Russell was a Montague stone, one passed down from my father's mother. For my new marriage, it was simply redesigned to a new, stunning setting, allowing the six-carat diamond to remain on my finger and in our family. Even with our travel, I'd avoided sex, but the clock was ticking. After the ceremony and celebratory dinner, my time was up. I appreciated Alton's patience and knew I'd stretched it to its limit.

Raven spread his arms, offering a hug. “Like hell, you will!” Gia rolled her eyes. Raven’s hug would ruin her makeup, and there was no way she would allow that in front of Jasper, even though he probably wouldn’t care. Jasper sat silently, wearing his official business face as he read something on his tablet. Raven, slightly disappointed, lowered his arms but then took Gia’s hand and gently traced the ring that had become her newfound source of strength. “This ring used to belong to my mother. The largest diamond is an heirloom passed down through generations of the Lindgren family,” Raven said calmly.

When it came time for the promise itself, Dominic reached into his jacket and drew out a small box, worn at the corners with age, and opened it to show me a ring I recognized before he'd even said a word. Old silver. A dark stone, deep blue-black, the setting worn smooth from decades of a hand that had loved it. "This isn't the family ring," I said quietly, because I already knew what my own mother's ring looked like, sitting in a drawer at Moonlight because I still hadn't found the courage to wear it.

“Her engagement ring.” He opened the box. The ring was gold with a thin band. A single oval stone—deep green, almost black in certain lights—surrounded by tiny glistening diamonds. Tyler inhaled sharply behind me. Adrian grabbed Felix’s arm. Charlie went completely still. “Oh my God,” Felix breathed. “That’s Mom’s ring.” I looked at Eric. His eyes were red. “She gave it away?” I asked, and my voice cracked.

I was not crying. I was very specifically not crying, which was its own kind of crying. He reached into his coat pocket. He produced a ring. Silver. Old. Not the Luna suite jewelry of someone who had been performing a role, not anything that carried the weight of the Blackwood pack's associations. A northern piece, with the specific, worn quality of something that had been in a family for long enough that the family had become the thing it was most associated with.

It was too big to be an engagement ring and too small to be a necklace. Her lips parted in shock. She accepted the box and opened it. Her eyes turned to saucers, and she couldn’t speak. “Babe!” “Well, do you like it?” She picked up the golden band from the velvet cushion. The bracelet had tiny moonstones around it. The moonstone was a blue rock from my family archives. I knew Alex was the one for me. Every decision I made proves it. “It must have cost a fortune, Enzo. I don’t know! It’s gorgeous. I’ve never owned anything so special.”