Elden Ring Untouchable Novels & Stories

Linda’s eyes darted through the room as she watched her lovers fight amongst themselves. “She won’t do it!” Linda screamed. “She is joking. Run! The door is right there.” My limbs were slowly coming back to life but I was still strapped down. I tried to move to stop one man who was about to escape from the room but Elara’s fire got there first. Almost like a geyser, it shot out of the ground and burnt him alive. Elara’s eyes crossed, her head spinning but she did not let go of Linda, her claws still firmly embedded in Linda’s stomach to keep her from healing.

I recognized the ring. Not the specific ring — I hadn't seen this particular one before. But the style of it. The Monkey Group's lower tier operatives wore a specific style of ring — cheap metal, a particular stamp on the inner band that functioned as identification within the organization. I had worn one myself for the first two years before my status moved me out of the tier that required it. I knew whose hand this was. Not the name — I didn't have a name. But the tier. The function. An operative who had been in proximity to Carter's death last night.

Her voice thundered again. I arrived at the room I was aiming for. However, just as I was about to turn the doorknob, a hand wearing a silver bracelet reached out in front of me. That bracelet was a gift from Charles when his company first hit its target. And now it's been passed on to its new owner. No wonder it's so cheap. “Oh my gosh, I was right. You’re Claire!” Eva hugged me with feigned friendliness. I wasn’t comfortable with the hug but didn’t want to seem rude, so I gently pulled away. Although I was capable of pushing her until she fell, I didn’t do it—I still have my wits about me.

She hated how easily her body responded to his low voice and controlling touch. “There’s more,” he said. From a velvet box on the side table, Sandro lifted a breathtaking diamond necklace. The central stone was large, teardrop-shaped, surrounded by smaller glittering diamonds on a delicate platinum chain. It screamed wealth, power, and ownership. “Come here.” Elena turned to face him. Her heart hammered as he moved behind her once more. She lifted her hair with both hands, exposing the nape of her neck. The air felt charged, electric.

Around her neck hung the silver wedding ring that had belonged to Isabella. She had threaded it onto a delicate chain. Not for fashion. For courage. A soft knock sounded. "Come in." Lucien entered. He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. For a moment... Neither of them spoke. Then Lucien smiled. "Your mother would be proud." Elara's eyes softened. "I hope so." Lucien noticed the ring immediately. "You decided to wear it." She nodded. "It reminds me why we're going." He stepped closer. Carefully lifting the small ring between his fingers.

The loud, metallic clinking echoed sharply off the cavern walls as they securely locked the two thick chains around my wrists and ankles, pinning me flat against the hard altar. Elda’s smooth footsteps approached the table. She leaned over my trapped body, a soft, maternal smile appearing on her face as she reached down and gently cupped my burning cheeks with her smooth hands. "You are so incredibly beautiful, my darling," she murmured, her thumb lightly tracing my jawline while her eyes shone with a creepy, intense fascination. "From the very first day I ever laid my eyes on you, I knew in my heart that you were made for truly great things. You have such a massive, glorious destiny ahead o

As he turned each corner and navigated through the city's labyrinthine roads, he knew that he was approaching a destination that would bring him face to face with the woman he had been at odds. Dr. Ruiz's house was a modest yet stylish apartment tucked away in a quiet corner of Veridian Heights. It exuded an air of simplicity and comfort, a far cry from the grandeur of Mace's own lifestyle. The building was chic, its exterior adorned with potted plants, and the street was lined with elegant lampposts that bathed the surroundings in a warm, inviting glow.

*Elena and Richard Delmonte's wedding rings reportedly cost MILLIONS* *Looks like nothing is impossible for the top 1%. Richard and Elena's rings were reportedly handcrafted by elusive master goldsmith Richard Laurier. Our sources tell us that the couple's rings were designed by the famous model and designer herself. Laurier's designs are highly coveted and rare, reserved mostly for royalty. We have it on good authority that many celebrities have been shunned by the goldsmith, but it appears an exception was made for the Delmontes.

The white gold ring on her finger, studded with diamonds, sparkled in the light—a beautiful sight paired with a bold challenge. Elio, the golden boy of a high-powered family, was not someone you could easily brush off. He knew how to switch up his game depending on who he was dealing with. Around Evelyn, he was all puppy-dog eyes and sweetness. This was only because he was head-over-heels for her. Anyone else? They did not get that VIP treatment.

“Didn’t think we’d be using it this way—but yeah, I brought him. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get the chance to lie.” “Thanks. Tell Ivory I owe him one,” I said smoothly. Then, glancing at Selena, “Stay with Jason. Make sure it gets done.” Lila began shaking—violently, uncontrollably. And for the first time in a long time, I saw something flicker across Elliot’s face. Confusion. Uncertainty. Maybe even fear. Good. A truth machine in the mafia world isn’t just wires and calm questions. It’s pain. Controlled, precise, calculated pain.