Elden Ring Untouchable Novels & Stories

Isolde recognized it at once. The piece had been designed in the last century by a legendary Uzzian duke for the queen he loved all his life. Known as the Tears of the Galaxy, it was an antique treasure valued at tens of millions of dollars and beyond any true market price. Acquiring it must have required extraordinary effort. Alan extended the ring toward her and met her eyes with earnest intensity. "Isolde, let's get married." Isolde glanced at the priceless jewel, her expression unchanged. "Alan, do I need to remind you? I'm Bruce's wife."

“They won’t find you, Lia. By the time they realize where you’ve gone, you’ll already be on a plane. A new name, a new contract. I clenched my fists, the sting of rope burn reminding me I was still here. Still fighting. “You don’t get to own me anymore.” She tilted her head, amused. “Sweetheart, I never owned you. I just knew your worth.” The sound of a lock turning made both of us freeze. Elara’s expression shifted — pleased, expectant. “Ah,” she said softly, straightening her blouse. “Right on time.” The door opened. The light flickered once, and then he stepped through — tall, dressed in a charcoal suit, his face half-hidden in the dim glow. But I knew that mask. Smooth white porcelain, p

"'When Elena Hart and Adrian Blackwell arrive together...'" Clara smiled softly. "'Give them this.'" Adrian slowly removed the ribbon. Inside... Lay two velvet boxes. Everyone exchanged puzzled looks. Elena opened the first. A silver ring. Simple. Elegant. Its inner band carried an engraving. R.H. & D.B. Richard Hart. Damian Blackwell. Adrian opened the second. Another ring. Nearly identical. Inside was engraved another message. For the next promise. The room fell silent. Luca blinked several times.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

“Let them watch. Let them talk.” His hand came to rest lightly at her waist, but there was nothing gentle about it. “They’ll leave reminded of exactly who you are.” Elena tilted her head, meeting his gaze. “And who is that?” His thumb brushed just above the edge of her stomach, where the secret was no longer just hers. “My wife,” he said quietly. “The mother of my child. Untouchable.” Elena held his gaze a second longer than necessary. Then she stepped back. “Untouchable people don’t need to convince anyone of it.”

Beyond the door was a single post with cuffs hanging from it. "Only the best for you." One of the cloaked figures laughed, yanking up the barred door and leading me inside. "Should I say thank you?" I hissed. "Sorry, but I’m not thankful for your terrible hospitality." "That’s too bad." Letting out a laugh, two of the figures worked to snap the cuffs, which were made of silver, around my wrists. I let out a howl of pain as I tried to ignore the intense pain that was shooting through me. fuck, whoever invented the vile metal known as silver deserved to be cut up and fed to a fucking shark!

The ninth time I found a strange man's item in my fiancée's car, I picked up the ring and asked, "Whose ring is this?" "Are you doubting me again?" Olivia's voice dripped with impatience. She dialed a number with practiced ease. My sister picked up. "A man's ring? That's a gift I bought for Gregory. Seriously, bro? Olivia treats you like gold and you're still pulling this? Last time we all hung out, everyone was saying you're always accusing her of cheating. I didn't want to believe it, but wow." My best friend Gregory also chimed in when he heard. "Ethan, how do you expect Olivia to feel comfortable marrying you if you keep this up? Apologize. Now." The call ended. Olivia looked at me w

She says and I chuckle. “Well..” I say simply and she sits on the bed. “You do know that now that both of those people are out of the way, you know what’s next right?” She asks and I think I know where she is taking this. “It’s time for us to throw away our garment of friendship.” She says with a cheeky smile. She is talking about the deal that was given to the both us by the Russian businessman, Russell Marshall. And the first one to kill the Lieutenant gets a billion dollars. This is the biggest offer I have gotten in my entire career.

When Adrian and Lila were ushered into the Vance foyer, the air seemed to crystallize. Arthur and Eleanor stood frozen, their mouths agape as they tracked the transformation of the daughter they had discarded like yesterday's trash. Lila looked nothing like the broken girl who had fled the altar. The emerald silk of her gown hugged her curves with predatory elegance, while the dazzle of the diamond necklace at her throat was rivaled only by the massive stone currently weighing down her ring finger.

"I'm going to say something because I'm your friend and I actually give a shit about you. What you're doing to Hazel isn't good, man. It's not cool." Marco rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "No, seriously," Vincent continued, ignoring him. "She's a good woman. She's loyal. She's trying. And you're treating her like she's nothing. That's not who you are. That's not the man I know." "The man I know is finally taking what he wants," Damon said coldly. "And what I want is Silver." "Silver's a dancer," Vincent said. "She doesn't know you. She's interested in what you can give her. Hazel actually cares about you."