Elden Ring Finger Readers Novels & Stories

Leo’s breath froze in his lungs. The hand. Long fingers. The specific way the thumb pressed against the knuckle. And on the little finger… a ring. Heavy platinum. Set not with a gem, but with a flat, polished disc of obsidian, inlaid with a tiny, almost invisible sliver of ruby. Unique. Unmistakable.

Which is the only thing that counts. "Ok. I won't feel bad as long as you show me the rock." I say, smiling. Elena's cheeks blush, as she looks down at her hand. She brings it up towards me. I see a stunning rose gold ring on her finger. It's shaped like a firefly, that looks as though it flew around her finger. The body of the ring has small diamonds trailing from the head of the firefly to the tail. It's absolutely stunning. "How come a firefly?" I ask.

"I'm a mess. I'm sweaty and I'm wearing a tuxedo shirt with jeans." "You are beautiful," Cale repeated. "That is visual data. It is the only data I have left." "You have the ring," Elion said. He lifted Cale’s left hand. The gold band glinted in the dim light of the motel sign outside. "Look at it," Elion said. Cale looked. "It's there," Cale said. "It means you're mine," Elion said. "Even if you can't feel it." "I am yours," Cale agreed.

Harlan prompts. "I vow to offer my vulnerability," I say, my voice ringing clear. "And to demand your respect. I vow to share my darkness and my light. I vow to be bound with you, eternally." Harlan nods. "The rings." Lena steps forward, holding a cushion. These aren't just metal. They are smart-rings, black titanium with a vein of glowing blue light running through the center. Alex slides mine onto my finger. I slide his onto his.

"Yes ... Oma also hopes so." The wishes of the two women who were very close to Erlan were too great for the happiness of both of them. After finishing eating, they were busy matching gem rings, inlaid with pure diamonds to be attached to Mitha's ring finger. Mr. Fred had even booked the pub, as the place where the engagement between Mitha and Erlan would be announced. "Mami, do we really have to wear a ring?" complained Erlan whose ring finger had been measured several times by an effeminate guy, one of the employees, who was assigned by the famous jewelry store to provide special services for high class customers like the Levin Family.

"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.

We couldn't see their face or their clothes. But I saw their hand. And right on their finger was an unmistakable gold signet ring. My blood ran cold. I had seen that exact ring before. Very recently. And it didn’t belong to Elara. I stared at the screen, my mind racing as I tried to process what I was looking at. The gold signet ring had a distinct, heavy crest engraved on it. It wasn’t a cheap fashion accessory, and it certainly wasn't something you'd find in Elara’s jewelry box. It belonged to someone with money, power, and a very specific taste.

No sign that anything passed through here. But the energy is all wrong. I dig through my pack and pull out my scanner. I’m very proud of my creation. It’s an over-glorified EMF reader, retrofitted with quartz and silver filaments. Cerelia laughed the first time I used it. She said it looks like a toaster met a tarot deck. I don’t care, because it works and I’m a genius. Well, it usually works. Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up something, but it can’t hold the signal.