Elden Ring Untouchable Novels & Stories

Eli stood in front of the dressing table, still wrapped in a soft towel from the bath. His body felt clean but tired, the warm water having washed away layers of dirt, blood, and exhaustion from the long night. The platinum collar around his neck caught the soft bedroom light, gleaming quietly. He reached out and picked up the prominent black velvet box that sat on the table. It felt heavy in his hands. The new crest engraved on the lid a stylized V intertwined with an R made his breath catch.

For the girl who has everything, they used funds pilfered out of a certain corrupt politician’s dummy holdings in the Bahamas and bought her… The One Ring. The ring is gold stainless steel embossed with elvish runes. When the runes glow in the dark, the ring looks like it had indeed been forged in the fires of Mount Doom. Ecto has also done his trademark sleuthing to ensure the perfect fit around Grace’s finger. The gift is probably too perfect though because, after receiving it, Grace keeps saying “My precious…” while admiring with bulging eyes the ring’s shiny surface.

“You don’t want me anymore? I was wrong! I didn’t know Rowena would do that!” His ‘special’ ring dropped to the ground in the struggle. Edward bent down, picked it up, and tossed it straight into the trash. “That’s not something you bring to my wife.”

“That’s my girl. Always so thoughtful. Unlike someone.” That “someone” was me. I hadn’t expected my cooking, the hours of hard work I’d spent making a perfect meal, to ever count as much as a necklace. But, still, it hurt. It hurt more than I cared to admit. Elias, slipping to my side when no one was watching, handed me a small box. “Hey, I thought this might suit you.” I hesitated before taking it. I opened it, only to find... the same damn ring that Mireille was wearing on her finger.

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.

Their bodies began to move. "I do not recall that." Ellen moaned. "Careful, I have a sick fetish for cute things. I don't want to leave a mark on your pretty skin." "Dora. I love you, Dora."` Ellen smothered the alpha, begging to be touched like never before. "Damn it!" Pandora trapped Ellen underneath her, gasping with a faint growl in her breath. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you take that back." Pandora bit her lowermost lip.

"Time is running out." The place went quiet, as though the whole ballroom had taken a collective breath. Damon's stomach dropped and his chest become tight. Jaxon Thornfield, heir to the Thornfield Empire, was not merely any fan. He was someone with authority, someone Damon never had positioned himself next to Lillian. Damon was hearing "It's time" in his head, over and over. In what sense was it What was under happening? Rooted to the ground, Damon's jaw tightened as he stared, his body stiff with a mix of wrath and uncertainty. His Lillian had vanished entirely from his reach and

"I just want Leo to grow up in a world where a person's worth is measured by their kindness, not their blood." She looked out over the Vale, where the fires of the different packs were burning brightly together. The Untouchable Omega had done the impossible. She had turned a mountain of secrets into a valley of light. The story of the Silver Line was no longer a tragedy. It was a beginning.

Vincent? TAP! TAP! A pair of footsteps is heading her way. Scarlett subconsciously touches the diamond ring on her finger, the one Ryder gifted her when they signed their marriage contract. She clutches it, almost as if trying to derive some comfort from it. There’s a creaking sound and the door opens to reveal Elle. Standing next to her is a miner whom Scarlett recognizes as Ben. Ben is wearing a helmet and he slowly takes it off to reveal a bald head.

The woman from before, Trish, let out a low, venomous hiss. "This is Elena," Julian announced, his arm sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against his hip. "She’s been my shadow in the towers for two years. Now, she’s my shadow here. She wears the silver. That means she is untouchable. If anyone has a problem with that, they can settle it with me in the pit." Silence followed. No one moved. In the world of the Iron Vultures, Julian’s word was law, and his violence was legendary.