Black Chakra Ring Novels & Stories

I slide my hands up his bare chest and spot the ring he placed on my finger when he asked me to be his everything. I look at it and then at him in shock, surprised that it was still on my finger. Zachariah smiles and says, “It was designed to shift when you do, so that way you never have to take it off and it will never break when shifting like most jewellery does if not made for us.” “Wait… Is this the Queen Shifters ring?”

Scott put on her usual insincere smile and said, "Go on." "I want to leave Tristan." Tristan, who happened to appear at the door right then, froze. The ring he was holding dropped out of his hand and rolled over to the bed. Staring at me in sheer disbelief, he stammered, "C-Claudia? You want to leave me?" He picked up the ring before kneeling by the bed, saying, "I've gotten the ring back. Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay? I was wrong for what I did. I was blind to believe that bitch! Don't leave me, please?"

of tall green mountains that appeared to be coated in white at the top, white as ice, overlapping in the distance. Her pale frail, withered hands worked with skill, hands that disclosed years of poverty, hands toughened from hard work in the fields all day in the scorching heat during farming seasons from the tender age of six to executing the heftiest hardest house chores simultaneously daily exploited by her parents handed to her cruel husband who exploited her as well and as she had mastered this art she exploited herself, her skill to an essential volume to bring out the uniqueness of her painting with realistic features and traces, chucking in a few green shades here and ther

“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 felt an itch on her palm as she placed her hand on his, watching him closely. Gin stared at the black ring on her index finger. The moment his skin touched the band, he felt a burn, stinging him with pain. What his brother Augutus told him was right. He instantly felt the rage and power from it. It was a witch’s ring, the infamous Sadraka’s band of protection. He gently let go of her hand, quickly keeping his burned skin under the table.

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.

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.

He took my hand and said, "Honey, what should we do? Someone's claiming I forced you into a soul bond." I shot him a helpless look. "Don't be jealous of just anyone. He's our little nephew." Damian seemed appeased. "Indeed. As elders, we should show more tolerance." He took my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. "Honey, show him your ring." I raised my right hand. Adorning my ring finger was the Blackwood family crest ring—a pink diamond with a wolf's head totem inlaid at its center. It was a symbol reserved solely for the Luna.

Tony stepped forward, his hands steady as he reached for the cloth. For a second, I hesitated, not out of doubt, but memory. Then I nodded once. He pulled it away. Gasps erupted instantly. The Eclipse Ring. It sat under the light like it had been waiting for centuries to be seen. A perfect balance of darkness and brilliance—black diamond absorbing the light on one side, gold reflecting it violently on the other. A contradiction made into art. I lifted it carefully between my fingers. “It was crafted with black diamond,” I said, holding it up so the light caught its darker edge, “to represent the nights we survive but never speak about.”