Black Chakra Ring Novels & Stories

“With this gift, I relinquish my power as Alpha over to you, young Katalea. May you wear it as a symbol of our Prides’ strength, loyalty, and love. It is your to give to the next black panther or to put back into the sacred vault if there is not one after your reign. His words wee heavy on my shoulders but I picked up the box. Insides was a delicate panther pendant made of onyx, surrounded by tiny rubis, the eyes were a dazzling sapphire as blue as mine. It was supported by a tiny silver chain that didn’t look strong enough to survive what I would put it through. Grandfather saw me eyeing the chain and read my thoughts. “It is made of a metal stronger than platinum, that is found only o

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

— one of them speaks. The footsteps come closer, and I feel like they're very close to where we are. Dagma's diamond shines, must be sensing we're in danger. My ring also manifests, emits a light with a purple color, and a voice echoes through my mind. Use the ring, use the ring...

I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well. Osiris’s ring was black tungsten symbolizing his black hair, and black wolf, with 6 small unheated teal sapphires embedded in the band, symbolizing the teal color of his eyes and the six of us within this mate bond. Inside it was engraved with mine and his initials and the word “Gorgeous”.

Alone now, I sit at the vanity and open the black box Jackson brought. We agreed to attend the ceremony with the rings we bought. A sigh escapes me when I see the ring inside. I put it on, my vision blurring with tears for a moment, until I close my eyes and hold them back. Then, I admire the ring on my finger. Half open at the front, it circles the back of my finger until it ends in a diamond on the left. On the right, the white gold divides into bands, ending in a diamond above and another below the center one on the other side. Perfect for representing us.

Asher rumbles, his voice echoing through the entire quad like rolling thunder. Asher reaches into his coat, pulls out a thick, heavy silver ring stamped with the ancient crest of the Nightcrest Pack, and slams it directly onto my left ring finger. The heavy metal instantly burns hot against my skin, bonding itself to my flesh with a deep, permanent pulse of purple light. Victor’s eyes widen in absolute horror, his voice cracking as he stammers, "The... the Grand Mate Ring of the Whitmore Bloodline?!"

"She went shopping. Limited-edition drop—only ten pieces. She didn't want to miss it." He paused, likely imagining the ring on her finger. His voice grew gentler. "Avery… Mom just lashes out because she wants a grandchild. If the ring upset you, tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you." Then, he added as if it were nothing, "Once the company goes public, focus on giving birth to a child." I smiled. "Don't worry. She'll have one very soon." Not from me. Her precious grandson was probably watching her scream right now.

he smiles shyly. My eyes rest on the bracelet as tears burn my eyes. The Black Tiger, a man who doesn’t open up to anyone, a man who’s lived alone for four years just asked me to be his girlfriend. “You know, I’m not a relationship guy. I was never really in one before,” he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously, “But I don’t want us to stay like this, Keira, I want us to have a—” he pauses, and I swear I can see his cheeks redden. “—stronger connection.”

He unbuckled his breastplate and dropped it aside, standing before her in only his plain, dark linen tunic—stripped of his warlord regalia, stripped of his titles, standing merely as a man before the woman who had saved his soul. He reached into the inner fold of his leather tunic, pulling out a small, worn velvet box. Dominic’s broad, battle-hardened hands trembled slightly as he pressed the spring latch open. Resting inside on black silk was a heavy gold band, intricately carved with running wolves and inlaid with dark obsidian and brilliant, luminous silver moonstones—the ancient, sacred ring of the Blackwood Luna Queen. Nora’s breath hitched in her throat, her hand flying to her mouth.

Prince Anouk just brought ten men with him and the rest was relied on the ring. The ring has the ability to create an illusion. It was made of black stone from the underworld and the purple stones were given by Purple Smoke to King Marcellus. Both were life-threatening as it won't work without being fed with blood. It will consume the bearer's blood if not fed with someone else's. But the reward in return was worth it. Whoever the owner of the blood that it sucked, will be used to create a powerful illusion that no ordinary human could tell what's fake or not, except for those who had known the ring's existence and the whole process.