Black Chakra Ring Novels & Stories

Daya stops fighting me and looks at me with her beautiful light brown eyes. I reach into my pocket and pull out the small velvet box. I open it. Inside is a ring. A platinum, crossover-band, with a princess-cut black diamond. I look up at Daya and her eyes are glued to the ring. I know my girl; she is not the sparkles and glitter type of she-wolf. It’s not a werewolf custom to get each other rings. But I want her to have another symbol of my eternal pledge to her.

A light breeze blew, and Bianca had to swallow hard as she smelled the heady scent of the cologne he had used. (A bit before) Alpha Black had finally arrived in the Crescent Moon pack. With every step he took, he could only see the back of the neck of the terrified people he passed. He checked that he had a ring on each finger and was relieved to find that he had not lost any on the way. These rings were his catalyst, and if he forgot to wear or misplaced one, his aura alone would be enough to kill a weak person if he got too close.

“I can take care of him myself. Thank you so much.” “What… what do you want? I will give you anything. Anything you ask for,” pleaded Vittore. “I want Auction Ring,” said Renata/Afanasiia. “Yes, yes, I will give you an auction ring. I will make you, so money from the auction ring that you won’t be able to count. You can sleep on money, eat on money, walk on money. I will give you the auction ring, anything,” Vittore didn’t waste any time and promised her the auction ring.

He flicked his sleeve and a gleaming object flew out from within. The object was the size of an ink slab at first but by the time it reached Xiao Chen, it became as large as a lower millstone. It turned nonstop while radiating a cold and eerie glow. It was incredibly unpleasant to the eyes. Xiao Chen reached out and caught the object between his fingers with a clanging sound. So the object was a Life-exterminating Ring. The leader immediately turned pale. He desperately cast spells and incantations but the magic treasure that he had refined for more than 10 years appeared stuck to Xiao Chen's hand. No matter what he did, he was unable to summon it back.

I closed my eyes to savour the feeling of her mouth on me until she stopped. I opened my eyes to meet hers That was way hot. "Hmm, you have pretty eyes baby" She whispered before giving me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen "Black is my favorite color" The next morning, my boss found me still strapped to the chair, with a car that was basically scrap metal now and a big ass smile on my face. To be continued.......

says Amara as she hands a ring to Ghalen. It appears to be a bone tribal ring. The ring appears to be mostly black with a pattern I am unfamiliar with. It must’ve belonged to their father as Ghalen slips it on, his gaze lingering on the ring. “Good we will need those documents to rebuild our pride. Mom’s necklace suits you Amara.” A tear falls from Amara’s eye. She is wearing what I believe is called a Maasai beaded choker necklace. It’s multicolored and stands out beautifully from Amara’s dark skin.

{Ring Of Power} [Special Effects:-] -1000 Tons of Storage Capacity -Granting Royalty Status [Kaiser of Black Keep Empire] -Granting Passive skills [Emperor Aura] -Bound upon Wearing [Once worn by High Human Emperor, Sai Menkou of Sai clan of Black Keep Empire. The ring symbolizes power, authority, and pride, only wearable by High Human that the ring chooses. ] "....Jackpot?.... I can wear it...…. Shit, I forgot the bound part…".

Without the protection of his stone brazier Sacred Relic which Chu Xun had destroyed, hundreds of golden energy bolts swarmed in on him like a hive full of bees, perforating him with zero mercy, reducing him to nothing but a mangled and bloodied heap. "ARRRGGGHHH!" He let loose a bestial howl before magically conjuring a deep scarlet-red war banner. He swung it furiously with what might he still had and from the puddle of his own blood. A macabre vapor in the deep-red hue of blood rose and formed into a magical barrier, keeping him behind to protect. Chu Xun's eyes however caught something else: an obsidian-black ring on Bo Ping's finger. A Storage Ring.

“Not for him. Never for him.” They listened. Enzo's jaw flexed. Crow’s cigarette burned down to the filter. Angelo sat forward, hands clasped between his knees, eyes dark with the kind of loyalty that didn’t need words. I pulled out the ring from my coat pocket and laid it on the bar. It was no polished diamond. No perfect circle of lies. It was a black opal, wild and vicious, flames trapped beneath its surface. It shimmered with colors no one could name—like fire, like blood, like her.

My head was down, scraping the brush against the dustpan, when I saw it. It wasn't glittering like glass. It was heavy, dark gold, catching the light in a muted, ancient way. Nestled right beside the base of the fig tree, half-hidden beneath a stray leaf, was a ring. My hand shot out, snatching it up before I could think. It was heavy, solid, and cold , a man's ring, thick and old. It wasn't flashy; it was subtly engraved with a seal, a stylized 'G' that looked almost like a coiled serpent. It was clearly antique, the kind of ring that had been passed down through generations, steeped in history and, likely, sin.