Caged Rings Novels & Stories

He felt ashamed for doubting such a beautiful soul but he didn't feel It right that he got fooled again . The man stood from his sit and strides towards the stage . He reached there just in 5 long jumps as his legs couldn't bear more the anticipation . In this walk he forget that his legs were injured previously . The priest asked them to exchange the ring . Winter insert a diamond ring on his ring fingers . They couldn't kept up the joy . It was insanely good and heavenly . Finally they were getting married . After lots of challenges and hurdles they were becoming each others. " sorry ...I couldn't get you the ring " Magnus uttered the words nervously as he hasn't prepared wedding ring .

She carefully placed them alongside the necklace, her hands trembling slightly with mixed emotions. But when Ameera reached for the anklet adorning her feet, a flood of memories overwhelmed her. She recalled the romantic moment when Haider had gently fastened it around her ankle, their eyes locked in a silent promise of love and protection. The anklet had become a symbol of their connection, a token of the intimate moments they had shared.

I held the mother fucker ring in my hand and thought it must be the tricks from the fucking two reptile heads. "Are you fucking doing a trick on the ring?!" I roared. They covered their heads and exclaimed, "No, sir!" "I swear I didn't do it!" "We can't change the size of an object! That's not something that we can do!" "So why this fucking ring is getting larger and smaller by itself?!" I shouted. "It's a relic ring, sir. It's King Czar's ring." "It's made by a Gifted One and given to King Czar as a present when he was young."

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

When I stepped out, Dorian was leaning against the wall, his gaze slow and deliberate as it traced from my shoulders to the hem. “Turn around,” he said. I did, but my jaw tightened. “Why red?” “Because,” he said simply, “it’s the color you’ll be wearing the day you finally stop running from me.” I swallowed hard, heat rising in my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was from anger… or something far more dangerous. EVENING By evening, the city had softened under a dusky violet sky. Dorian led me to a restaurant on the top floor of a glass tower, the kind of place where the air smelled faintly of wine and the view stretched endlessly over the glittering streets below.

The gift follows love, Elara had written. Wren pressed her palm over her wrist and stared at the lamp and thought: nine years was a very long time to keep something caged. Cages were also, she was beginning to understand, a thing you could stand inside and not even notice the bars anymore, because you'd learned to think of the cage as the shape of yourself. She wasn't sure when she'd stopped thinking of the bars as bars. She wasn't sure she was ready to find out what the shape of herself looked like without them.

Beautiful dresses that would look perfect on a runway. But they're all chained. Heavy metal cuffs around their wrists, connected by short chains. And their ankles, each girl has a chain attached to her left ankle, connecting her to the person in front of her in a long, horrible line. Armed guards stand around them, holding rifles. Their faces are cold, bored, like this is routine. One of the guards is barking orders in Spanish. The girls flinch with each word. My stomach drops. Oh god. This is the auction. The real auction.

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.

Tsarayu questioned as he examined the ring closely. Tsarayu knew from the memories he had inherited that this world contained some special rings called storage rings. The rings could be used to contain various items inside them. He wondered if this was one of those rings. Tsarayu tried sending his Qi inside the ring, but nothing happened. Tsarayu had read about storage rings and how they were used. Storage rings often needed someone to send a bit of their Qi inside them to open up the ring or put things inside, but nothing happened when he sent his Qi inside the ring.

Alisha said, sounding very proud of herself. Alyssa give him his hunters licence. Then fished out two rings from the pouch she was holding. The first ring which she called the storage ring was a simple Silver ring crested with serpentine stone. The second ring was a golden signet ring. The signet was a figure of a man shackled with chains.