Caged Rings Novels & Stories

Chad asked after finishing chanting. “I can't pick the ring, it just burned my fingers,” Omega Yna replied. Chad checked her fingers, then looked at Yna. “I am sorry that I have to tell you this, you can't take that ring unless you are from Diana's hunters generation, your hand will be burned beyond recognition if you try again,” Chad revealed. “What? Are you serious right now, or you are pranking me?” Omega Yna asked as her heart started to race faster. “I am not lying or pranking, if you want to get burned, go on and try…”

I had better make the best of my current unbelievable and laughable situation right now. I picked the cloaks that were hung as I examined them too carefully. I’d completely forgotten about my pen and jitters as I took in everything in this whole new world, it looked nothing like anything I’ve seen before and they all amused me, it all left me yearning for more. Just when I was about to take a look at one of the beautiful old jewelry I’d found, I heard a strange noise. It was unfamiliar but it sounded like an angry wild animal, it sounded like it knew someone strange was in its territory.

His eyes lit up as he stood up and held the ring, placing it on my finger. He covered my mouth with his, the kiss slow but filled with passion. Cheers erupted in the once silent room, and my cheeks turned red. I wrapped my arms around Xavier's neck and returned the kiss. Xavier held my waist, seemingly intending to lift me up when our backs suddenly chilled, and we both shivered subconsciously. We broke the kiss and turned our heads. Our hearts thumped when we saw the two grannies looking at us with fierce eyes. Xavier pulled me behind him and looked at the two women with fear in his eyes. "What? What did we do?" He asked guiltily.

The sounds of Slaps and groans filled the room as we fought. Thankfully, there were no guards around. To make things difficult for me, Alpha Xavier had sent them away from the inner Castle and stationed them someone far away from the inner castle. Due to that grand opportunity, I was able to grind Isabella till she left my hair and I was the only one dragging her. "Heto Sela Mino..." What was that? What was Isabella saying? Wasn't that a spell that was only meant for witches? What was she doing???

I was on a roll and had done my research. "Next, I found a chasity device called the Bird Cage." I showed him a picture on my phone. "It has a ring that goes behind your ball-sack and up towards the base of your penis. The cage then slips over your penis and locks onto the ring. I already ordered it. I think you should wear it for two months. We will revisit your actions during that time. Communication is the key to this relationship. Hopefully, I will be ready to trust you again when that time is over. " Brandt nodded slowly, so I continued.

Ken playfully tapped her nose and wrapped an arm around her as they headed to the club. Jennifer looked dazzling as she danced, her radiant energy captivating his entire being. "Ken, come on!" she called. "Alright." Ken chuckled, pulling her close as they moved together on the dance floor. The crowd, recognizing who they were, erupted in cheers and cleared some space for them. The lighting technician deliberately cast the spotlight on them. Ken felt the atmosphere was perfect for a confession. Reaching into his pocket for the diamond ring, he smiled and knelt on one knee. "Jen, I..."

I challenged, arching a brow. She glared at me, her frustration clear. But before she could argue, Emma's hands trembled slightly as I took her delicate fingers in mine. Her breath was uneven, her hazel eyes locked onto the ring that gleamed under the chandelier lights. The entire ballroom was silent, waiting watching. The diamond caught the golden glow, shimmering with brilliance, but my focus remained on her. Slowly, I slid the ring onto her finger, feeling how perfectly it fit. Almost as if it was meant to be there. As if she was meant to be mine.

It looked harmless now, nothing more than a delicate wedding band with a pale gold finish and tiny runes carved so finely into the inner curve that a human eye would never have noticed them, but I knew better. The healers had already called it a Vow-Seal Ring, an old witch artifact used in black-market marriages to bind secrets, punish betrayal and silence whoever wore it if they tried to speak against the one who placed the vow. It was illegal in every civilized territory because it did not simply burn skin. It tightened around bone, poisoned the blood, attacked the nerves and, if resisted too long, stopped the heart like a hand closing around it. The fact that Ciara had carried that thing

One became two, two became four, and as I kept touching the rough surfaces, I grew accustomed to them. I began to understand how to balance them, and the second game turned into a long match. I wasn’t bad at dominoes to begin with. We moved from the kitchen to the doorway, stretching into the narrow hallway. I was so focused that I even forgot about the noisy vibrator in my ass. That was my downfall. The hallway was absurdly narrow for two adult men to brush past each other, and my legs were each shackled with over 10 kilograms. There was also a wire attached to my ass.

He put the sunglasses back in his bag, a silent promise to himself to find out who his mysterious guardian was. Jax stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, a dark prisoner in tailored midnight-blue silk. The suit felt like a straitjacket, every seam a restriction on his vast frame. The crisp white shirt, the cufflinks, the perfectly knotted tie – each element a symbol of the world he was forced to inhabit. His father had insisted on the gala tonight, a "crucial networking event" for the Vance Corporation.