Crossing Paths Ring Novels & Stories

No turning back now. I moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. The wooden box, simple yet ornate, was already there—Caden must’ve brought it. It was made of dark, polished mahogany, etched with ancient pack symbols. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were three silver rings, each precisely crafted, cold and gleaming in the dim light. They were etched with the delicate curve of a crescent moon and the intricate, interwoven lines of our bloodline’s crest.

He stammered, opening his other hand. Harley forced herself to look and when she did, her eyes widened both in shock and relief. Laying in the palm of his hand was the cross. The chain it had hung on was absent, but the cross was almost exactly the same. A few of the diamonds that studded it had been rearranged, and instead of being a charm meant for the end of a necklace, it was welded onto another piece of metal that formed a ring. All words flew from her mind, and she was left speechless.

Alisha said, sounding very proud of herself. Alyssa give him his hunters licence. Then fished out two rings from the pouch she was holding. The first ring which she called the storage ring was a simple Silver ring crested with serpentine stone. The second ring was a golden signet ring. The signet was a figure of a man shackled with chains.

The two of them had been slaving away for an hour trying to pick the perfect rings. Samson had picked out a three-stone ring with hexagon moss agate and moissanite set in black gold. The ring had a string of leaves above the three stones truly signifying Gertrude's connection to nature. Samson commented that the ring would fit Gertrude well.

Inside, nestled delicately against the soft interior, lay the chain necklace they had bought earlier at the mall. But there was more. Alongside the necklace was a beautiful white gold ring, its intricate design shimmering under the soft light. The band was adorned with tiny diamonds, their sparkle reflecting the emotions flooding through Isla. The ring was a symbol of something deeper, something that transcended material possessions—it was a promise.

“Do you have them?” “Of course.” From an inside pocket of his deep purple tunic—his only concession to Sundrop’s style—Baz produces a small, carved wooden box. I take it and open it immediately. Just in case. There, nestled into the velvet cushion, sit two rings of carved moonstone. It’s the one Dun’s Crossing tradition I wanted to bring with me, and an echo of the tattoos Estrella and I already have. The carvings catch the light—on each, one half of a heart shines.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

“How are you feeling? I hear you had an encounter of a twin kind.” My lips twitched. “I’ll be okay.” She nodded and pulled out a small box. With a gentle smile, she placed it in my hands. I opened it, revealing a delicate ring nestled within. "This is a moving ring," she explained softly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "It will provide you with instant transportation, allowing you to travel discreetly and swiftly when the need arises. Until the barrier to repel unwanted people is finished, this is probably going to be your best bet to avoid running into them."

skill to make a wedding dress for her daughter in law to be. It took her three weeks to complete soon after the engagement was complete and the wedding finalized. It was beautiful. The embroidery was classy and archaic as Omar’s mother was a woman of taste. Though Omars parents were not very affluent but Omars mother had come from a wealthy family, so wealthy that they disowned her for choosing to marry her poor village partner and sent a hit man multiple times to take out the unsuspecting poor innocent village man, but all their attempts were to no avail. In fact, the couple had been in the kitchen of their home romanticizing on each other, laughing and chatting away their morning when s

“This ring was left behind by my mother for her daughter-in-law. It’s considered a Langley heirloom, and now, I’m giving it to you.” Nathan picked up Eva’s hand and said in a voice low enough for only both of them to hear. Eva was astounded. She felt that this might not be appropriate. Before she could say anything, the ring was already on her ring finger. The ring had traditional carvings on it, and there was a blood-red diamond in the middle. It was about seven to eight carats and looked even more magnificent than Lucy’s. The ring looked beautiful on Eva’s finger. Those who knew a thing or two about jewelry immediately recognized the ring as a Langley heirloom. It was called ‘Resonance of