Bellowing Dragoncrest Ring Novels & Stories

He rummaged through the storage rings and picked out a quaint black one. That storage ring was in the shape of a serpent with visible lines of scales. The serpent coiled into a circle with its mouth wide open and fangs sticking out. An unknown lusterless black gem was set between the two fangs, giving this ring a grotesque look. Judging from the mottled mounting of the ring, it must have been there for years. That serpent ring was picked by Ding Hao from the dead body of someone from the Human Tribe when he fell into the ice-capped cracks of Snow Dragon Mountain.

The design was odd yet it somehow felt similar to Danial. The jade ring was a mesmerizing piece of art. Its surface was smooth and lustrous, reflecting a deep green colour that seemed to change subtly with the angle of light. The intricately carved dragon on top of the ring was nothing short of exquisite. Its sinuous body coiled around the finger, and its fierce, detailed features made it look almost lifelike.

she said smoothly, “I’ve noticed you wear only one piece of jewelry—such a lovely ring, amber stone set in dragon gold. Isn’t that unusual for a dragon? I thought your kind adored gems and gold.” I met her gaze, calm and even. “Every dragon has their own nature. I’m not drawn to jewels. This ring is different—it was a gift from Caspian. A token of friendship.” Her brow arched, intrigued. “How sweet. May I see it more closely? I’m no dragon, but I do adore beautiful things.” I hesitated, just for a breath, then slid the ring from my finger and leaned forward to hand it to her. But the carriage jolted sharply over a rough bump. The ring slipped. Time seemed to slow—amber flashing in the air—

“Two genuine blue dragonlings from the Dragon Lands! The bidding starts at five million gold coins!” Offers started flying in from all corners of the room. Rich sorcerers and red dragon warlocks were practically competing to outbid each other. I couldn’t believe how quickly the numbers shot up. Within minutes, the price had already hit thirty million gold coins. “I can’t believe they’re being treated like this,” I muttered, gripping the edge of my dress. My body shook, torn between anger and fear. Daran, sitting beside me, leaned closer and whispered in a low, cold voice, “Stay calm, Jonea. We need to find a way to get them out of here.”

Madelie exclaimed and the sales lady got the ring and showed it to Madelie and Dreckos. When Dreckos saw the price of the ring, he wanted to run and jump down the shopping mall. The ring costs One Hundred Five Thousand Pounds. Dreckos felt dizzy. “I like this one better Dreckos than the other one. Here, Miss, we will take this ring for the Queen of Glodeous.” Madelie said as she tried to fit the ring in her ring finger. She gasped as the ring fitted her ring finger well.

There was a pause, as he raised his left hand, where the ring with the magical red gem, was worn around his middle finger, as always, in the direction of the dragon. "...and to kill at will." There was a low growl from the dragon at that moment. Belladonna's gaze snapped to the beast, their gaze locked again, till the glowing reptilian eyes of the dragon disappeared slowly into the darkness of the dungeon it was in, the sound of the rattling chains becoming distant, the deeper the beast went. Belladonna frowned. Something wasn't right. "Eli." "My Queen," his response was immediate. A smile played on her lips instinctively.

However, despite all this it had retained an amazing appearance of ancient beauty. My heart skipped a beat. I reached out my hand and opened the box. There was a large woman's ring with a scarlet stone lying on a black cushion. It was a finely faceted ruby in the form of a dragon's tooth shimmering like a star. On the rim, smiling skulls were carved on either side of the stone. On the inside, there was only one word: “Eridanus”. With trembling fingers, I took the ring and began to open the envelope. Letters, dark as night, were shining on the white paper:

Instead, there was a single, long dais carved from a single piece of white quartz. And there, resting on a velvet cushion that had resisted the touch of time, were two rings. They weren't made of gold or silver. One was carved from a dark, iridescent stone that shimmered like a wolf’s fur in the moonlight—the Ring of the Wolf. The other was forged from a metal that seemed to trap liquid fire within its bands—the Ring of the Dragon. As we approached, the rings didn't just sit there; they vibrated, singing a low note that resonated with the marks on our necks.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.