Chapter Ring Novels & Stories

So, he decided to design one for her. He grabbed his apple pencil and began drawing what was in his mind. He wanted the colors of the ring to pay homage to her, like her name indicated, Athena, fierce and beautiful. He wanted the ring to have yellow, gold, and green details with light specks of black here and there. Gold for the representation of her, the sparkle of the sun, the light that she brought into his life, the star of his night. The richness of the ring should express a general divine gleaming brightness but also Athena's Charis, beauty, vitality, and sparkling attractiveness that she bestowed upon him.

"I call it like I see it. Pick whatever draws you in." He opened the box, and I looked inside. I didn't know what he meant until my eyes landed on a red-gold ring. I picked it up and felt it warm in my hand. It was intricately designed, with intertwining serpents coiling around each other, their heads meeting at the center of the band. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and I could imagine it adorning the hand of my ancestor, the patriarch of the Black Moon Pack. As I slipped the ring onto my finger, it seemed to hum with a strange energy, pulsing with a power that I could feel coursing through my veins. It felt like it should have always been there. I looked up at Vasil.

"In fact, this ring is far from worthless. I can't put a tag on it, but my rough estimate says that this ring is more valuable than 100 grams of pure gold. But that idiot holding onto this... is what makes its value plummet to the ground!" "100 grams of pure gold!" All three guys' jaws dropped, they uttered. "Are you fucking kidding me!" "You know I never joke around money, fellas." Wolf's eyes again stuck on the ring. "This ring is forged from the CZ-alloy, a by-product of nuclear refineries... similar to Plutonium 238."

He pulls out a little blue velvet ring box and opens it. Inside is a beautiful ring. The giant purple, sparkly stone in the center is square with rounded edges, down the sides of the band are little white diamonds. I gasp and put both hands up to my mouth. I feel my eyes getting wider. I look from the ring to Bronx and back again. A purple aura starts to glow brightly around me. Bronx puts his hand on my knee and starts to glow too.

The ring's surface was cold to the touch, yet within that chill lay an immense reservoir of power and wisdom, as if it could peer into my innermost thoughts and reach the very depths of my soul. Maria explained that when the Soul Lock Ring is activated, its runes will light up swiftly, emitting a dazzling blue glow. These runes, as if imbued with life, will begin to move slowly around the ring, creating a revolving halo of light that traps all evil within. The imprisoned spirit will experience immense pain and terror, as the ring doesn't just bind the body, but also incarcerates the soul itself.

He took a ring off his pinky finger and offered it to her. The ring was silver with a piece of shaped amber where a gemstone would normally lie. The amber had a twist of holly sealed inside and a rune engraved into the back of the facet. It has a dense core of wind energy stored inside of it -- enough to take out the plane and everyone in it, and Richard was wearing at least seven more rings. "I can offer you artifacts." She examined the ring. Even though she couldn't use druidic magic, she could feel the power within it.

"It'll ask for everything you have. And you, more than anybody alive, will want to give it past that, because you've spent three lives sure that's what you're for. Do that here... pour past the bottom to make certain it's done... and you won't come back up. There'll be nothing left to close the circle around." The ring was very quiet. "So the trick," I said, "is to open all the way, give everything, and stop one step short of the thing every part of me is going to be screaming to do." "Yes." "With Corvus coming through that ring with an army." "Yes." "And if I get it wrong either way... hold too much back and the circle doesn't shut and his claim stays. Pour too much and the circle shuts and

That's why I quickly moved my hand away, but when I dropped it loosely off the couch, I ended up hitting his arm, which was moving softly to the floor. The ring on his finger flashed for a moment in a violet tone, and it made me look down. By coincidence, or not, my hand leaned well over the circle-shaped ring leaked over his index finger. The ring was made of a golden tone, made of gold, and its center was covered by clouds of a very beautiful cyan, which I knew came from the powers of Michael.

It was cool and heavy in her palm. “Open it,” he said. His voice was a low rumble, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. It vibrated through her, settling in her bones. She fumbled with the tiny clasp. Her fingers felt clumsy, too large for the delicate mechanism. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was a thin silver collar. It was delicate, almost like a choker necklace, but there was no mistaking its purpose. In the center, soldered to the band, was a small, perfect silver ring, an O-ring. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

They seemed to be averting their gazes, looking like they were sick. At that moment, Fane walked out from behind everyone. He took out a golden ring from Mustard Seed and placed it on the Heaven Array. That was the golden treasure that Fane had obtained. At that moment, there were three rings at the corner of the Heaven Array: a black ring, a bronze ring, and the golden ring which Fane had brought over. He planned the ring between the two other rings. The golden ring glowed faintly. It was a storage ring that was incredibly vast within and had various incredible resources inside!