Novelas y relatos de Crossing Paths Ring

The velvet box lay open on the table between them, a small, dark universe holding a single, captured star. The black sapphire seemed to absorb the flickering candlelight, holding it deep within its facets before letting it glimmer back out, a secret whispered in light. The two bands—brushed platinum and matte tungsten—twisted around each other in an eternal, unresolvable knot. It was a ring of shadows and resilience, of intertwined fates. It was, Anton thought, her soul given form in metal and stone.

Archangel Saint Michael Church, 1941. I place the photo back, and turn the page. The next photo is of the same woman, a portrait of her standing alone in her wedding dress, holding a cascade of white lilies. Unlike before, she’s not smiling here. Here her expression is veiled, cautious. I study the picture, wondering what it is exactly that I’m looking for anyway, when I spot it. There’s a glinting silver ring wrapped around her finger, just below the golden wedding band. A ring in the shape of a scaled serpent biting its own tail.

As they reached their seats, their hands still clasped together, the applause reached a crescendo. The master of ceremonies announced the ring exchange, and Donatella and Mikhail stepped forward, their eyes locked in a cold gaze. Mikhail took Donatella's hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he slid the silver ring onto her finger. The ring sparkled with a 2-carat diamond, surrounded by intricate filigree and smaller diamonds that danced around the band. Mikhail's expression was equally cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he released her hand.

Aubrey said confidently. “This girl,” Grandma said as she pulled the chair. “I swear you will be the end of everyone if it happens that the ring had landed into the wrong hands.” Aubrey glared at her grandmother, “Which wrong hands' grandma? According to moon goddess rules, that ring can only be owned by three people, the chosen ones and that is us; I and Angelo, you or any other person from Diana's hunters generation. We are the only exciting members of Diana's hunters generation and here, Angelo is the chosen one. So what I mean if the ring is among the three of us, it can't get lost.”

Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, like she wanted to erase every inch of distance that had ever existed. It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was perfect. When we finally broke apart, breathing hard, her forehead rested against mine. “That…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was crossing the line.” A bitter laugh caught in my throat. “Yeah.” My thumb traced her jaw, unwilling to let go. “And I don’t regret it.” Her eyes searched mine, wide and vulnerable. “Neither do I.” --- We didn’t go inside. Not yet. We walked again, slower this time, like we needed the night air to cool the fire still sparking between us. Every brush of her hand against mine felt like another pro

I covered my mouth with both of my hands and I couldn't stop the happy tears that welled up in my eyes. He stood up and intertwined our fingers. "I'll give you something as a symbol for our love and prayers this fay." He chuckled and slipped his hand into his shorts pocket, bringing out a small box. He opened the box and then and in that box was a very slim necklace. It was really slim to the point of not being able to notice that it was there with a pendant that had 'Arlene' clearly engraved on it. "Wow, this is so beautiful!" I was super excited and it felt like I was going to blow up anytime soon.

"Hold on." There was a stormy look in her eyes. She stared intently at the ring in my hand before suddenly grabbing my hand and forcing my clenched fingers open. A silver-white ring glowing with faint moonlight lay quietly in my palm. Lina looked at it in surprise. "What's this? Is it… It looks like it has a wolf pattern carved into it." "It's a promise ring," Jayden interjected, his voice instantly turning hoarse. He gazed at me with a complicated look on his face.

he told me after he was sure I calmed down. Damon sat beside me and got something from his pocket. Taking my hand, he gently slid a ring on my finger. It was made of silver, with a big bright red gem which seemed to burn. Like a wildfire was imprisoned inside it. I never saw something similar. The band had an intricate model, an ouroboros forming the upper side. Under it was the moon and stars and a small dragon. On the inside was written something but I didn't have the time to read. It was painfully familiar to me. Like it belonged to me yet not entirely, the feeling scratching at my mind.

That ring was nearly ten thousand dollars, but I couldn’t find a single ounce of concern as I heard it clatter to the floor, skidding across hardwood. Ironically, it landed in the midst of the scattered papers from that damned red folder. “I’m thinking a salt and pepper diamond, pear cut in the center,” his thumb dragged over the top of my ring finger, “Two crescent moons, facing opposite directions, also cut from diamonds,” he taps where the top of the ring would sit, “The band would have a design right here, similar to a crown. More diamonds would wrap all the way around, and the bottom would have a pointed design, and….”

I never got the chance to truly look at it when Xavier placed it on my finger at the wedding. It's a gorgeous rose gold ring, with intricate designs on the outside. When I continue to analyze it, it appears to be a sound wave. But it looks a bit different. Normally the bars in a sound wave are complexity straight, where as this on has a more intricate pattern to it. Which is when I realize that it's actually a forest instead of just a simple sound wave. I feel Xavier's arms wrap around me a short while later. “Do you like the ring?” Xavier asks, catching my off guard.