Elden Ring Ranni X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Between those engravings ran faint red lines. They pulsed softly… like veins carrying something alive beneath the metal. At the center of the ring sat a small shard of dark crystal embedded into the band. The crystal was jagged, uneven. Within it… a dim red glow flickered. Riven turned the ring slightly between his fingers. The red glow pulsed once… faintly reacting to the cursed blood running through his veins. Seryna continued speaking. “When you rub it three times, you activate it… and the spear will return to your hand.”

However, despite all this it had retained an amazing appearance of ancient beauty. My heart skipped a beat. I reached out my hand and opened the box. There was a large woman's ring with a scarlet stone lying on a black cushion. It was a finely faceted ruby in the form of a dragon's tooth shimmering like a star. On the rim, smiling skulls were carved on either side of the stone. On the inside, there was only one word: “Eridanus”. With trembling fingers, I took the ring and began to open the envelope. Letters, dark as night, were shining on the white paper:

“But promise me that it will not be for long … no matter what happens.” “Agreed,” Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance’s head and chanted, “Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach.” The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance’s eyes. “It is done.” She took a deep breath. “I need a Bloodstone.”

The light changed again, and the warrior's gaze became completely indifferent. Larana shuddered: the tassels of long earrings made of tiny rock crystal beads were immediately smeared on her shoulders. Not very expensive, but beautiful, and most importantly - loved. The girl took care of them and almost never wore them, but today was a special occasion.

“A mirror made flesh. Your shadow. Your consequence. “And if you don’t claim it — it will claim you.” The thing was standing upon the edge of the ring. It wasn’t moving, but the air around it was beating like a heart. No face. Nothing but that one rune carved into its chest—one of mine, aflame and shining gold as if more alive than it had ever been on me. It was more than a copy. “Jasmine,” Elara murmured, pulling herself to my side. Her fingers came against my cheeks, forcing me to meet her eyes. “You have to fight it.”

When the storm passed, he relit their torches from his own flame. They called him Taren of the Endless Fire, and in gratitude, they began to carry small embers in clay shells— not to worship, but to remember. --- Arianne’s Twilight Back in Lunareth, Arianne grew frail. Her hair turned white as ash, her eyes softer than dawn. But her heart still beat in rhythm with the Flow. Elden often found her sitting beneath the cracked mirror, watching its reflection flicker across the walls.

They stand—no, they are—a family in lupine form, shoulders touching, breaths synced in a rhythm older than words. Then, as the ritual’s energy peaks, golden lines begin to thread through the silver moonlight. They arc from each wolf, connecting them to Thalia, glowing brighter with each beat of her chant. The lines quiver, alive, as if carrying currents of love, memory, and oath. Thalia’s hands tremble faintly, her face serene but strained, as the gold weaves into an intricate pattern over Amara, protective and binding.

Talon murmured, leaning closer to get a better look. I carefully lifted the necklace out of the box, the silver catching the light as it swung gently from my fingers. The raven charm sparkled subtly, its details intricate and almost lifelike. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, holding it up. Talon nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “The man really knows us. I’m not sure if that’s comforting or unsettling.”

Her voice trembled as she described it, but my pulse only hammered harder. When she faltered, I stepped closer, murmuring, “Go on.” She shook her head. “That’s all I..” “Elara,” Thorne said gently. “Think. Anything else? Any detail you can hold onto?” Her brows furrowed, lips parting as though she were pulling the memory out piece by piece. Then, finally, her eyes widened. “There was a ring,” she whispered. “The calm woman kept touching it as she spoke. It looked… strange. Like a wolf eating its own tail, the way it wrapped around her finger.”