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He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

He looks out the window for a bit, "I have something I want to give you." He pulls out a dark, almost black ring with a medium-sized red gemstone placed right in the center. He gently grabs my left hand, hesitating at his actions for a second, and slips it onto my ring finger. My heart begins to hammer against my chest at the smallest touch of his skin. Once I look down at the ring at a closer angle, the band of it is a dragon that hooks onto the gem from the left side, while its tail hooks onto the other side of the gem, creating the circle.

Taking the offered beverage gratefully, I take a long, deep sip and begin explaining. The first pile has a few old books, an athame, green velvet robes, and a leather-bound journal. There are also a few crystals and other focus items. The second pile has the mirror, a variety of silks, some unusual dresses, and a jewelry box full of very interesting, very powerful gems set into rings and amulets. There is one ring in particular that caught my eye, a fire opal set in gold. It still glows with an inner fire, signifying that it is still receiving energy from somewhere. But where? And from whom?

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”.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

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.

"He is a billionaire Alpha King, and we are Luna Queen. We need a big ring, or everyone else will question why we got a little rock" I think about it, and she's not wrong. Eventually, I will be going out with Conrad to events, and if I'm not up to everyone else's standard, ring as well, people will ask questions. I start imagining different rings, and I keep going back to moonstone. Serena throws the book across the floor and starts searching the internet to find a ring that matches what I'm imagining. I tri-ring collection. The base and top of a diamond band with a large teardrop moonstone in the middle.

Alina then turned her gaze to a book that was being held by Monica. "I like it." answered Alina. He was very impressed with the design of the dress that Monica chose. Zara smiles. "Okay, let's circle the dress." After that, Zara took a book that contained many choices and types of wedding rings. "Next, we will choose the jewelry for you as well as the ring." Zara said while giving them one book each. Alina's gaze immediately fixed on a gold-colored ring with moon and animal carvings. So elegant.

He explained the purpose of each stone one by one. “This one.” She said, toward a ring made of black tourmaline, which was for self-love, acceptance, and positive energy. She felt Theodore needed this stone close to him rather than a useless diamond. As much as she knew him, he wouldn’t give a damn about wearing diamonds. “Nice choice. Do you want to engrave the initial of your name on the back of the ring?” Happy questioned, picking the ring that Liara chose for Theodore. “I don’t know. Maybe yes, T heart shape L will be fine.” She instructed with a blush.

Striding briskly into the room she broke into his safe; a cakewalk really and she worked speedily, flipping through each book until she came upon the lost sorceries. For a lost culture, she sure was seeing a lot of sorcery around her these days. A coincidence? She didn’t believe in such. The book had shockingly detailed illustrations of magical artefacts and she flipped through several until she came upon the two rings, looped into each other. The illustration matched the ring on her finger perfectly and she dropped onto her ass as she devoured each page of information.