Chapter Ring Novels & Stories

Filthy rich! Filthy, stinking rich! A Loot ring was an uncommon item. Its pocket dimension was crafted from powerful fighters and smiths. It was extremely capable of storing many items. Most would never have the chance to touch a Loot ring in their lives, not many in the Ahi Dynasty would even have one. Only the space shifters of the academies could forge these. What left Zephyr speechless was the nonchalant way the girl threw the ring onto the ground, as if it was a piece of trash. She was definitely filthy, stinking, bloody, rich!

I said and I ended the call and went to the living room to finish my food. Earlier ago I was shocked at what I remembered so I decided to call Elliot to tell about it. Turns out the lady that ran into me to ask for help and the corpse that we found at the morgue were in fact the same person. I remembered when she ran to me for help, she held my shoulders for support and there I noticed there was a particular ring on her index finger. It was a silver ring and it exuded a sleek and modern allure. The ring boasted a classic structure, featuring a smoothly contoured band of gleaming gold that circled the finger with timeless grace. At its center, a meticulously set gemstone, held securely in a p

He flicked his sleeve and a gleaming object flew out from within. The object was the size of an ink slab at first but by the time it reached Xiao Chen, it became as large as a lower millstone. It turned nonstop while radiating a cold and eerie glow. It was incredibly unpleasant to the eyes. Xiao Chen reached out and caught the object between his fingers with a clanging sound. So the object was a Life-exterminating Ring. The leader immediately turned pale. He desperately cast spells and incantations but the magic treasure that he had refined for more than 10 years appeared stuck to Xiao Chen's hand. No matter what he did, he was unable to summon it back.

Brayden's finger slipped into the tarnished ring seemingly of its own volition as he dipped his hand into the box of old jewelry in the back of the cramped antique shop. He pulled his hand out and looked at the ring, idly pushing it back past his knuckle the rest of the way onto the ring finger of his right hand. It looked like it might have been a signet ring, the heaviness and size of the piece obviously meant for a man's hand, but the whole thing was so tarnished, it was impossible to tell what metal it was made of let alone what the incuse signet in the top was meant to represent.

Even weakened, she carried herself like the earth hadn’t abandoned her—like she’d simply stepped back from one sacred root and was learning how to grow another. As they approached the ring, Ronan caught the change in the air first. The scent of damp stone. A subtle pressure under the skin, like old wards still remembered how to stand. The ring was half-buried in moss and fallen leaves—ancient stones arranged in a circle, their surfaces carved with symbols softened by centuries. Some lines were broken, but the intent remained. A place that had once been built for holding. Mirra stepped into the circle and closed her eyes. When she exhaled, the ground beneath them answered with a low vibration

"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.

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.

"And one day, I presented her with the ring you wear, He looked at it. The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself,"

Alessia’s POV The ring felt too heavy for its size. She sat alone in the study, the fire burned low behind her, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls. In her palm, the ancient ring gleamed dully—its symbol unmistakable now that Isabella had named it. A serpent devouring its tail. A rose blooming from its center. The mark of the Circle of Thorns. Her mother had worn this. Not as an ornament. As a declaration.

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.