Angelic Rings Novels & Stories

Angela breathed out as she got out of bed when she was sure the girls were asleep. Perhaps the sugar rush was over because it didn’t take much time before we heard their even breathing. I watched Angela enter the closet room but stopped at the opened door. My heart skipped a beat when she took off her clothes and licked her lips as she gazed at me. “Sugar rush,” she uttered in a low but really sexy voice. I stood up and walked slowly in her direction, licking my bottom lip as I imagined many ways of making her mine tonight. My heart stopped beating when Angela raised her hand, putting a familiar ring on her finger. Our wedding ring!

The angel insisted. "You call this equality? You tied us down even if we threw our weapons on the ground. Those who fought for us were called feral and dangerous when we are all clearly just as powerless as you because of the nullification energy surrounding the Mystic Ring." "Mystic Ring? So this place is called the Mystic Ring, huh?" The elder demon laughed in a sarcastic manner. "You angels are welcome in the land of the living while my kind are not. You are not even satisfied that you had to lock us in the Netherworld and put shackles on us as if we are your prisoners."

"What? I don't understand." "It's an arcane ring, you ignorant fool. Since you have very low magic circuits, this one will give you temporary alar, so that you can cast extra spells during battles," Alice said. "But it will eventually break once it's already depleted. So only use it in case of emergency." "Cool," Arth said as he put the ring on his finger. It fitted perfectly. "Let's go." Alice turned his back to him and started walking. "Where are we going?"

It sounded simple enough. “Oh! There’s a new development,” Angel said with a smirk. Whatever she was about to share was bound to be good for us with a smirk like that. “Jaxon was given an amulet to wear today. When Lilac pulls the magic from the witches, it’ll power the amulet. Then he’ll use it to tap into his spirit magic. All of the spirits of those who were sacrificed will be allowed to temporarily cross into this realm. They’ll create a boundary around the battlefield so that our enemies can’t escape. It’s to help us out but also to help them to truly move on.”

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

My dreams of living in a small town with a loving husband go up in smoke. “Exchange wedding rings,” Father Parisi instructs. Before I can think to worry about Angelo’s ring, he removes a small crimson velvet box from his pocket, and opening it, he pulls two wedding bands from the pillow. He hands me the thicker ring that has the letters A & V engraved on it. A for Angelo and V for Vittoria. I’m confused by the romantic gesture. When Angelo pushes the thinner band onto my ring finger, he says, “Vittoria, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

"Touching your ring and smiling like a lunatic. You've done approximately zero work in the past hour." I laughed, caught. "Can you blame me?" "Not even a little bit." I heard her chair scrape as she stood, footsteps approaching. "Can I see it? The ring?" I extended my hand, and Sarah made an appreciative sound. "Angel, this is gorgeous. And is that—wait, is that Braille?" "Forever," I confirmed, warmth flooding my chest. "Damien had it custom made." "That man is either the most romantic person alive or he's trying to make every other guy on the planet look bad."

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

I ask, as he sets me back down on my feet. "Both good and miss you, of course. They're going to hell so that they can go to the library there. Crimson thinks she may be able to find something to help since we can't hide you forever. Until then, though. She enchanted this ring for you. As long as you wear it, you will be safe from anyone trying to get in contact with you through your mind. Dreams included." he tells me, pulling a small ring out of his pocket with a tiny black stone in it. "I love it." I smile, as Salem takes my hand and gently slides it on to my middle finger.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.