Elden Ring Ranni X Tarnished Novels & Stories

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

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.

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

His expression was no longer angry; it was terrifyingly focused. "I don't make mistakes, Elara. And I don't let go of what I’ve caught." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Inside sat a ring—a heavy, raw diamond set in blackened silver, carved with the runes of the Silver Moon. "Wear it. If anyone sees you without it, they will challenge you. And if they challenge you, I will have to kill them. Is that what you want? More blood on your hands?" He didn't wait for an answer. He took her hand—his touch electric, sending sparks shooting up her arm—and slid the ring onto her finger. It felt heavy. It felt like a handcuff.

Serena whispered, holding up a gown that looked like it had been spun from moonlight. Sarah twirled. She changed dresses until her cheeks were flushed pink with excitement. Finally, they found it, a flowy, ethereal masterpiece that moved like water when she walked. Serena stood behind her, looking at their twin reflections in the mirror. She bought Sarah beautiful shoes, a delicate gold baby ring that caught the light, and tiny pearl earrings that made the thirteen-year-old look so cute. "You look perfect," Serena said, her voice a fragile thread. "Remember this feeling, Sarah. Remember that you are beautiful and loved."

The rest of her body glimmers with tiny and finely cut white diamonds and emeralds. She rides a sapphire embellished wolf that howls at the sky. Its eyes are standing out with an ocean-pigment jewel I cannot name. It’s amber. ‘I want to steal it…’ Ella is furious. I want to throw it down Seoraksan. I will pluck every tiny diamond and splash it in the river. The desire to touch floods down and I find myself stretching my hand to trace its shape. I cannot see the art in the back. It’s greyish, dark, red, and white that undermines whatever.

I scanned the area for Alexander as I reached the border of the forest to the west, then spotted him. He was racing towards the horse too, still in wolf form. Slow down! He called out to me. "I can't!" I said, with words this time. "They'll overtake me!" Do you trust me? He asked through our mind link. His voice was calm, unusually calm in the dire situation we were in. Yes, I replied his thoughts. Rein the horse in, Elaine.

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.