Caged Rings Novels & Stories

"It’s not jewelry, Isabella. It’s an active transmitter." Isabella’s hand flew to the heavy, glittering platinum-and-diamond choker resting tight against her throat. The stones, worth more than a luxury villa in Bellagio, suddenly felt like a throat-corroding acid against her skin. "What do you mean? It’s a family heirloom. My father gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday." "Your father gave you a cage," Dante growled.

Vance was on the passenger seat while the pair of us was on the back along with Gwen. "Here, I made these to cloak our presence," the witch said, giving each one of us a ring. It looked like it was made of obsidian, probably because that we weren't fond of silver. It also had a weird symbol in it which I think a witch circle or something. "You may wear it whenever you want but be aware that those are coordinated rings." "Meaning?" Sage questioned, scrutinizing the accessories thoroughly. "Only those who wear them could sense each other even from afar. I only made six though. You can give Esther the other one later."

He froze. Violet stepped out in a shimmering white gown, slit high on one side, revealing smooth skin that seemed to glow under the garage lights. His heart raced. The dress hugged her legs, the slit making it impossible to look away. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a few strands falling perfectly to frame her face. Minimal makeup highlighted her natural beauty. Silver-white shimmer on her eyelids matched her aura. A delicate chain earring brushed her bare shoulder, and a thin necklace sat gracefully on her collarbone.

Was my love for him reason enough to justify endless sacrifice? Because I was meek and sensible, did that mean I had to yield over and over again? A sharp ache seized my heart, stealing my breath. At last, with trembling fingers, I picked up the pen that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and signed my name. He pulled me into his arms, relieved. "Adam, don't worry. I won't let you down. Once this is over, I'll remarry you. You can stay here as before. Your identity will only change for a short while."

Cricket said. “Good, because now I am gonna pull out a ring,” I said, and Cricket started to stiffen once again. At some point, I was going to need to know if it was the thought of marriage that made her react like a cat at bath time, or if it was the thought of marrying me specifically. “Don’t worry, it’s for the tracker. It’s an antique poison ring, and I’m going to put the tracker inside,” I said, sliding the silver ring on her delicate finger.

Each stitch bore a silent promise, a vow whispered in shadowed halls and aching hearts. Cedric stood before her one final time, the unique ring he had commissioned catching the light like a star forged from the depths of his sorrow. It was a ring unlike any other—crafted with rare stones mined from the mountains of their homeland, each facet a testament to his unyielding love.

The straps cage his ribs, wrap around his upper thighs, and pull tight through the cleft of his ass, pulling taut between his legs to lock into the thick black silicone ring at the base of his cock. He’s trussed up, offering himself to me. He looks exactly the way I pictured it in the shop. Like a piece of art engineered exclusively to be owned by my hands. The ring is already doing its job. He’s painfully hard, the skin flushed a deep, angry red from the restricted blood flow. He looks up at me, trying to hold onto that arrogant, bratty smirk, but his thighs are literally trembling against the duvet. "You're early," he accuses. His voice shakes on the last word.

Taking out the photo album, I ripple through the pages until I land on the one I am looking for. Shaking, I land on the page I am looking for, a picture of Cynthia and me at her mating Ceremony. Sitting on her hand is Silver Run's "Ring of the Luna," which is the same as the one Elle wears. New Moon has their version of that, except it's a pendant, with opal on one side and a new moon on the other, resting on long chains. How did it even find Elle? This wasn't in the plans; her finding this ring was not mentioned in Cynthia's fuking novel of rules and Goddamn methods.

I looked at them explaining the new rules, realizing they agreed I continued. "Of course like every challenge there needs to be a prize." I took out my cell phone and showed them the picture of an item, it was three rings, one had a crescent moon, the other a waning moon and the last one a full moon. "These are rings made of moonstones, it means that they won't disappear when you transform, I personally know that the crescent-shaped one increases your own attributes, while the waning moon one decreases your opponents' attributes, while the full moon one transforms your claws into silver claws. Since it's a special event, nothing better than a special prize right?"