Elden Ring Finger Readers Novels & Stories

However, Emerald saw that Lilly didn’t know what to say. *Mum, come quick, Emerald just saw the triad mark on my hand.* Lilly, mind linked her mother. Lilly froze, her heart hammering in her chest as Emerald leaned closer to examine her ring finger. The phantom mark had never been visible to others before, it was supposed to be a sensation only she, Kenny, and Axel could feel. "I don't..." Lilly began, but Emerald gently took her hand, turning it in the light. "It was right here," Emerald insisted, her voice hushed with wonder. "A mark like a Moon Rose with three intertwined stems. It glowed for just a second."

I say softly, walking over to him and looking down at my left hand. The diamond ring catches the morning light, glittering with a cold, brilliant perfection. I slide the platinum band slowly over my knuckle, the metal feeling incredibly heavy until it finally clears my finger. I reach out and place the ring gently into his palm, closing his fingers over it with a slow, deliberate finality.

How could she think of doing that when it only fuels the blood pumping in my shaft? “Well…help.” She chirped in the bond again. “But don’t come close to me. Let’s be professional.” “Professional, I can do that.” She laughed. We both know that’s a beautiful lie. Hours went by, and I found myself occasionally sneaking out of the hall to gush over Dahlia’s wedding ring. It was an oval-cut ruby which had metal leaves curving around the center stone. The band was designed to mimic a twisting vine in rose gold. But this wasn’t the favorite part of the ring. It was the inscription I had underneath the ring.

The consultant’s smile widened, though his eyes instinctively drifted down to her bare left hand, noting the absence of an engagement ring on her finger. "A wonderful milestone." the sales man replied. "Will your fiancé be joining you today for the selection, or are you exploring our collections alone this morning?" "Um, I am here with someone.." Elara said. The consultant sales man kept a polite smile on his face. "And are the wedding rings intended for you and this gentleman, or are you perhaps exploring options on behalf of someone else?" "They are for me.." she replied. "Ah, I see." the consultant murmured. He glanced down once more at her bare fingers before looking back up into her eye

“Elara? Come here, baby.” She emerged cautiously. He stood in the living room holding a massive bouquet of blood-red roses and a sleek black box. Diamond earrings, a matching tennis bracelet, and a delicate necklace all glittered under the lights—each piece custom-engraved with “Elara” in elegant script. The bracelet even had tiny diamond-encrusted baby footprints.

I ripped the black tie from my neck, tossing it onto the leather seat, and reached for the tablet mounted to the console. I swiped the screen, and there it was. A small, pulsing crimson dot on a digital map of the city. The ring. The black gold band I had slipped onto her finger wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was a masterpiece of Vesper’s private tech labs. It was a sub-dermal haptic tracker powered by her own body heat. As long as that ring touched her skin, she was visible to me. I watched the dot remain stationary in the gallery for a moment, then begin to move toward the front of the mansion.

I felt its pulse – a racing heartbeat pounding in the palm of the hand… In vain I tried to kick it away with my other foot, but it only held on tighter. I gave up trying to scramble away and instead reached down for the hand next, using my fingers to try to pry it off me. And then I realized…I knew that hand. I recognized the ring on the wedding finger. The thin gold band with its single, small, cloudy diamond. It was covered in filth right now, but I’d recognize that ring anywhere—and those long pink fingernails tearing into my flesh, I recognized them too—

Her fingers brushed against cold metal. She picked it up. It was an earring. A long, cascading drop of platinum and diamonds. It caught the light from the hallway, sparkling with a cruel, expensive fire. Vespera stared at it. It wasn't hers. She didn't own diamonds. Her wedding ring was a plain band because Lysander said jewelry was a "frivolous expense." She knew this earring. She had seen it swinging from a lobe just ten minutes ago. Elara.