Elden Ring Novels & Stories

The elevator doors slide open on the 47th floor and the entire executive suite is already alive with Christmas music, champagne flutes, and the low hum of power. Elara steps out wearing the dress Victor chose: deep emerald velvet, floor-length but slit to mid-thigh on both sides, back completely open down to the dimples above her ass. Underneath? Nothing, except the five golden rings. They’re not jewelry in the traditional sense. The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric.

Rolling the cuffs up his forearms as Elengard appeared in the doorway. When he turned, Elsabet caught the way the shirt moved aside, revealing the deep gold of his skin, which always seemed to shine like dragon scales. The shirt hinted at his rippled abdomen and taut chest beneath the few buttons. His breeches were designed with straps clasped up over his shoulders to go under an overcoat. Black boots shined in the light of the flames. That same gold and silver pendant hung at the crux of his chest. Depicting what he was. Something she’d have clearly realized, if she hadn’t been in such a hurry to get the job done and back to her valkyrie tree.

“Looking for something?” “Maybe. Maybe not.” The wind caught Jasmine’s hair, tugging it across her cheek. She didn’t move to fix it. “Something came for you,” Elora said after a moment. “Another letter?” “No. Something older.” That made Jasmine turn. Elora extended her hand. In her palm sat a ring. Silver. Dull with age, but unmistakable. A deep green stone sat in its center, veined like ivy across ancient ruins. Jasmine didn’t breathe.

In the eyes of others, they were a group of friends having a good time. But Lydia's face was pale. She saw the ring Iris's finger was wearing. A white diamond, in the shape of a firework, just like the design of her wedding ring. What the f.uck was going on here? Lydia thought she was going to faint.

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.

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

He held up his hand where he showed the ring Derek gave him then turned toward the audience. "Elias." He called out for his little brother. He peered around Derek's legs, a smile on his face when he realized it was finally his turn and rushed over to them. Jayce knelt down as Elias pulled the ring from his pocket. "I did it." He said cheerfully. Jayce ruffled his hair before Derek called him back over to his side once more. Lily glanced between them before looking at the ring in his hand and her eyes widened. In his palm was a wedding band made from glass, specifically heated and cooled sand collected from the beach he constantly visited. Within the clear wedding band were swirls of light an

There was a pause, as he raised his left hand, where the ring with the magical red gem, was worn around his middle finger, as always, in the direction of the dragon. "...and to kill at will." There was a low growl from the dragon at that moment. Belladonna's gaze snapped to the beast, their gaze locked again, till the glowing reptilian eyes of the dragon disappeared slowly into the darkness of the dungeon it was in, the sound of the rattling chains becoming distant, the deeper the beast went. Belladonna frowned. Something wasn't right. "Eli." "My Queen," his response was immediate. A smile played on her lips instinctively.

"We took each other." They returned inside, eating their breakfast while the kettle whistled in the background, and eating the wait for daybreak. Later, Elara went into the village to sell herbs and visit some sick animals. Adrian remained behind, something bothering him that hadn't been mentioned yet. The instant she was out of view, he went into the small studio they'd converted into a reading room. His eyes fell on the package of linen-wrapped objects on the side table. The ring. Not a flashy band—merely silver, in the shape of two entwined vines. But chosen with care. Crafted by a local blacksmith. Delicate, earthy, meaningful.

Gerald had left him a card with a huge sum of money, but he couldn't use it until his and Xena's marriage contract was resolved. As for the Dragon Ring from Eloise and its connection to the Dragon Alliance, he had no clue how to use it. Fortunately, Leslie had slipped her Supreme Black Card from Concord Bank into his pocket before he left, so money wasn't a concern. But since he had taken Wendy's Golden Card, he figured he might as well make use of it. … Half an hour later, at one of Avesburgh's most luxurious restaurants, Luxe Dining, two attractive women walked hand in hand toward the entrance.