Elden Ring Sanguine Noble Novels & Stories

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.

“I guard it. My family built this place centuries ago. My bloodline… has responsibilities.” “To what?” I asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t answer. Just sat in the chair across from me and watched the fire. I noticed the necklace around his neck this time—barely visible beneath his collar. A silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, etched with runes. I’d seen it before… in one of Elara’s journal sketches. “You knew about me before I came here,” I said quietly. “Didn’t you?” His jaw tightened. “You’re a Crimson,” he said. “Your bloodline doesn’t go unnoticed. Not here. Not in Ashwood.”

“Because it’s not just sitting on your skin like ordinary cosmetics. It becomes your skin.” “I can’t believe that’s me,” I breathed. Elena moved to the chest again, pulling out an antique wooden box from a shelf and opened it. Inside, nestled on black velvet, was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. It was carved with intricate runes that seemed to pulse with their own light. The symbols were unlike anything I’d ever seen, ancient and powerful in a way that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Wear this,” she said, placing it in my palm.

Her sharp features remained composed, her posture flawless. She did not rush. She did not smile unnecessarily. She simply stood. The velvet covering lifted. A full collection was revealed— Earrings. Ring. Necklace. Bracelet. And a brooch. Unlike Sterling Arc's soft lunar theme, Golden Crest's design carried sharp geometry. Deep blue gemstones were framed in structured platinum settings, each piece reflecting light in deliberate angles. Controlled. Authoritative. Elara began her presentation. "This collection is titled 'Sovereign Line.'"

Sedar said hoarsely, his eyes focused intently on the ring. "The Scarlet Halo is an 18-karat white gold oval ruby-centred diamond halo with a diamond shank. The gem is symbolic of romance, wealth, and success. Alluring and refined in equal measure" "I'll take it," Sedar drawled, passing him the ring with a lopsided grin on his face. "That sounds exactly like my wife." He pulled his credit card from his wallet and slid it across the table. "Do you want to know the cost, Mr Ozturk?" The elderly gentleman inquired, hesitating to swipe the card without first inquiring. "No, my wife is priceless when it comes to me."

The only thing that is still there was the blood that had already gushed out. Her race also has the healing ability, but it is not nearly as fast as this. Elven blood probably has the faster healing ability. The audience is clapping, awed by the performance. They must be now considering to outbid one another. "Since our honored guests are satisfied, we are now opening the floor price. 1000 Arjents," announces the auctioneer. "Who wants to pay 1000 Arjents?" “1000” “1100” “1300”

Looking at the Lord, the old man couldn't help but ask. "That's right. Although this Silver Horn Golden Tattooed Python only has an Inner Elixir left, it is still a precious treasure for the Little Dragon King Manor. Not only that, its value is likely even greater than an Inner Elixir. That Silver Horn Golden Tattooed Python's body contains a bloodline. That is the bloodline of a dragon. Once it is swallowed, the other party's bloodline will definitely grow and the strength will also soar!" "The Little Dragon King Manor is nothing to our Earth Devil Mansion... there's nothing to worry about!"

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

“Which is why the Five Sages are taking more time to train her and get her reconnected to her wolf,” “Interesting,” Beta Pete continued. “Looks like Alpha Oizys has been preparing a gift and we've been unaware and unprepared. If the five Sages are taking their time to train this human, then we should be prepared for a full course meal; we are not leaving without the blood crown. What do you think, Alpha?” he turned to Alpha Keen who appeared deep in thoughts.

“You two can exchange rings. He took the ring box next to him and opened it. Inside is a 35-carat ring with a price that is not inferior to the rings of prestigious ladies when getting married. He gently picked up the ring and put it on her. This ring he ordered a month ago abroad. It is known as the "Golden Hand" by an artisan because the rings he makes are meticulous to every detail. And of course, her label is also unique. Elina was so touched that she couldn't speak, she picked up the ring box next to her and put it on for him. Her eyes glittered as if she was about to cry, and the corner of her eyes had never been able to hold back her emotions and burst.