Booktok Rings Novels & Stories

My eyes began to shed more tears as I saw the beauty in it all. There was a dark band, looked to be black. It curved fitting into the first ring. There was a set of thin stones in the center. I looked closer before I admired the difficulty. There were 3 thin stones, all triangle shaped overlapping each other. The first level was an amethyst crystal, the next was diamond, the top another amethyst. “We can get them sealed together, but we each wanted to have a ring, we have gone to many lifetimes without one.” Lex said shrugging off my amazement.

“Please promise me that you will return them here once you have read them. I cannot allow others to see it including your fiancé. This is strictly a demon matter.” Both Vastria and Remus nodded understanding. Vastria held the books in her lap as she sat in the couch. Her father then took out a jewelry box from his desk drawer and handed it to Vastria. “That used to belong to your mother.” Vastria took the box and opened it. Inside held two rings and a necklace. One with a white pearl that resembled the full moon and the other ring that held a black pearl that resembled the new moon. The metal work made the pearls take on the shape and as soon as she saw them, they looked like the moon. Inste

"I am the Shield." He pulls me closer. He steps into my space, his chest brushing against my breasts. I can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the thin silk of my dress. "I bind the body," he says. He releases my wrist and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls out a ring. It isn't platinum like Aureliano’s. It isn't delicate. It is a band of dark, matte tungsten. Heavy. Indestructible. It looks like a piece of a tank.

No turning back now. I moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. The wooden box, simple yet ornate, was already there—Caden must’ve brought it. It was made of dark, polished mahogany, etched with ancient pack symbols. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were three silver rings, each precisely crafted, cold and gleaming in the dim light. They were etched with the delicate curve of a crescent moon and the intricate, interwoven lines of our bloodline’s crest.

“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.

I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and took the ring from him. The physical sensation was shocking. The metal was cold, the stone heavy, and it felt impossibly large in my palm, like a tiny, solid anchor dropped into my life. It was so much more substantial than the light, cool titanium locket that was currently hidden under my shirt—the locket that represented freedom and the simple promise of love. This ring represented everything I was about to abandon.

Ismail says. “We are not, but it really is a beautiful ring,” I declare. “I apologize for assuming and yes, it is a beautiful ring,” the lady agrees. “It’s fine, and yes, it is.” Ismail nods. “This is so beautiful. Can I see that?” I ask, pointing at a very lovely ring. The ring has a golden band with a black rose carved on top with diamonds. It’s beautiful. I try it on, and it fits perfectly. I walk over to meet Ismail to show him. He is looking at some wristwatches on the other side.

“You wanted to understand your past first before you could accept ours. You journeyed through the country in the footsteps of the past belonging to your parents. They in turn set our paths in motion. We met they way they did, kismet.” “They were happy.” “We can also be but only if you choose me.” “Was Cape Town an illusion, Peter?” “It was our reality.” “Did we lose it?” Sammy looked at her empty hands again but especially her ring finger. “Love, rings are replaceable.” “Never the ones that bind you the first time. I never should have removed them.” Peter stood before kneeling right in front of her. He pulled her head down to him kissing her briefly. “Close your eyes love.”

she said confidently. I admire the heck out of her when she goes all warlock on me with that super confidence that says she knows exactly what she’s talking about. “I’ll go find the ring, Robert head over to IT with Davina and see what they can do for us as fast as possible” I said as I got up and started heading out. I heard Davina saying to Robert from behind me “You go, I’ll go grab the book and meet you all there” Fifteen minutes later, I walk inside the IT with the bloodied ring. Davina was right, it did have the family crest engraved on it. Definitely an heirloom.

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: