Elf Lord Rings Novels & Stories

I guess it tingled just like mine did and he had no idea what was happening on his neck. "The rings?" The man asked and Orian pushed his hands before me, stretching out his fingers for me. "Take any ring you want Amara." I pointed at a plain band at his words and his countenance changed and I knew at once that the ring was extra special, "Pick any other one, not this one please." He implored in a low tone "It belongs to Imelda." It wasn't a question, I was stating a fact and the expression on his face confirmed it.

Can you identify it if I show you",he asked and I nodded my head to show him I would. He drew out a book from his desk and opened several pages and suddenly landed on the page which had the exact golden rings as the witches I saw. "Did it look like this",he asked. "Yes ",I said pointing at the picture in his book. "I'll be damned they are the guardians of the Destiny child.That ring is a seal that protect them from being influenced by dark magic.They are the protectors and guardians of the Destiny child .I hope you treated them well",Tharro said with a worried face. "Yes,Does that mean........... .

Eldrick brought him down against his chest, letting Lorcan’s small fingers tangle greedily into the dark fur of his collar. "He wants to see his kingdom," Eldrick said, his golden amber eyes burning with an absolute, quiet devotion as he looked down at our son, then back to me. "Our kingdom," I corrected gently, stepping closer to slide my arm through Eldrick’s, my hand resting over Lorcan’s back while the golden torque at my neck hummed a soft, eternal song of peace in harmony with the bedrock deep below.

Instead, there was a single, long dais carved from a single piece of white quartz. And there, resting on a velvet cushion that had resisted the touch of time, were two rings. They weren't made of gold or silver. One was carved from a dark, iridescent stone that shimmered like a wolf’s fur in the moonlight—the Ring of the Wolf. The other was forged from a metal that seemed to trap liquid fire within its bands—the Ring of the Dragon. As we approached, the rings didn't just sit there; they vibrated, singing a low note that resonated with the marks on our necks.

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.

To Thorian Danvers' astonishment, this elderly figure revealed himself as a monk of profound ancient wisdom. He also introduced a ring to Thorian, and asked Thorian to safeguard the ring. He emphasized the dire necessity of preventing it from falling into malevolent hands. He explained that this ring was no ordinary artifact but a mystical one, believed to bestow extraordinary power upon its bearer. The monk's message to Thorian was clear: it was the destiny of him and his future generations to protect the ring, passing it down only to those within the family deemed worthy.

At the end of the path was a field full of wild grasses, and in the field stood an elflord. On the elflord's arm was a cat-sized falcon. Its feathers were speckled with gray and brown marks, and its claws were the color of fresh amber. Niamh recognized the pair as the elflord and bird they had been watching from the walls. Lorcan signaled the elflord forward, and when the elflord reached them, he handed Niamh a strong, leather glove and a piece of meat. She looked at Lorcan. "Hold out your arm," the king ordered softly.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

It was said that he had been in this field for many years and was an elite in martial arts and mysticism. No one expected he would be here for Judd of Wolsing. When Master Elaris saw the Earl of Treasures, he smiled. "It's you, I see. I heard you are full of treasures, but all I have is this implement. But no matter how many treasures you have, this orb of mine can suppress everything you have. Now, show me your power!" The Earl of Treasure smiled and flicked his right finger. Instantly, a string of coins flew out from inside his sleeves. The coins changed into the formation of Nine and Eight in midair.

“That boy never ceases to raise my blood pressure.” Saeris felt a chill. He knows it’s all a farce. That this wasn’t a bond, wasn’t some fate-spun miracle. Somehow, it made her breathe easier. “The King mentioned something about your ring,” Thorold said after a moment. His tone had shifted again. “May I see it?” Saeris had almost forgotten that conversation. She twisted the simple silver band from her finger and handed it over. "Please be careful with it.” Thorold lifted the ring to the light as if it might sing.