Elf Lord Rings Novels & Stories

Zephyr suddenly noticed a flash of light. “Is that…?” he wondered. He stared at the shining object, and with a flick of his finger, sent out his energy to bring it over. It was a gold and jade ring. Upon it were many intricate engravings, the ring itself also gave off an odd aura. Zephyr had seen this ring before, it was the one the Ice King had worn.

god make his wish come true, god always wears him as a ring, he stays with god until he died. like every other creature and thing, he has to die and that day also comes across, when god also die for human and go back to heaven. after that god follower who has outstanding magic, they seal god jewellery in the dungeon, because humans may miss use it, this kind of power can make anyone powerful and corrupted, those who possessed this item will owner the power end entire human race. loriana:- when they discover that ring, they were shocked because the whole room was filled with blood which was following throw the ring eyes.

The knife in her boot tempted her to use it, but Curzon released Violet suddenly, calling for the attention of his guests. "Our night draws to a close, my nobles," Curzon announced, his voice echoing through the chamber. "But I have one more event for you—something that will seal the fate of the elven world and bring me much joy." He reached into his robe and pulled out a ring—an enormous ruby flanked by two wolf heads trying to devour it—and offered it to Violet. "Violet Bellerose, I told you the day you arrived that you were my match. The one who could set right every wrong the High Monarchs have inflicted. Tell me you will do this at my side. Tell me you'll be my wife, my queen, my Eye."

Cerelia Hilda barely touches the tree when an opening appears at the base of the trunk. She reaches inside and pulls out a piece of gossamer-thin silver fabric which seems to be woven from the threads of moonlight and starlit mist. We’re all gathered around her as she unfolds the fabric and reveals a ring resting inside. It’s carved from almost translucent white bone and etched with swirling patterns that seem to shift when looked at directly. Hilda looks up at King Arlo before slipping the ring on to her finger. I doubt the others see it, but the air around her distorts briefly, as if a thin veil of reality is being peeled back. It’s the most powerful object I’ve ever been around.

Eirik’s pov "Where's the ring?" I asked, staring at her fingers. "Huh?" Thalia was taken aback by the sudden question. She probably didn't expect it. "Her emerald ring is on its way from Spain. She wanted nothing except for an emerald ring and of course, I had to find it." Lorion stepped in to explain. I didn't argue. I didn't dispute anything. It would be of no use anyway. Besides, Thalia has always loved emerald jewelry. She gets very excited when she sees anything emerald. Throughout the years of getting her gifts, I always went for anything emerald.

The creature's clouded eyes swing blindly toward the sound of my voice, and something almost like amusement rumbles through its massive chest. "I serve no crown," it says. "No council. No exiled house scrambling to reclaim what was taken from it. I answer only to the rings themselves, and the moment you pressed both of them to your skin in that broken chapel, you called me from a sleep older than every bloodline squabbling over this kingdom's throne." "That's not possible," my father says, voice tight with disbelief. "The rings are royal artifacts. Political symbols. Nothing more."

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m

Marlowe appeared somewhat disappointed upon hearing the first sentence. Then, he became excited when he heard the next sentence. At least, the Wolf King acknowledged him and was willing to accept his gift. However, his expression soon turned bitter, and he said dejectedly, “Wolf King, I did bring several rings with me: sapphire, obsidian, diamond... I have them all. “However, I didn’t bring the Guardian of Love ring from my collection that’s worth 9.9 billion. Should I have it delivered now?”

If you mind. Lord Drago came forward and stood before me. He pulled out a very sophisticated looking box and opened it. The moment he did so I felt an incredibly nostalgic feeling coming from it. Inside it was a really exquisite looking ring that seemed to be made of some kind of metal but it was totally plain. However, looking aside, I know that it's no way plain. It's definitely enchanted. Lord Drago: Lux Found it behind the Supreme Orb in a hidden compartment by accident when he tripped and flipped something. I don't know how but inside that compartment was this box.

Alaric did not bask in it, he only inclined his head once, his gaze already past them, already toward the horizon. Then a small procession of Eldorian attendants approached, bearing a heavy chest bound in gold clasps. They set it before Alaric and stepped back, heads bowed. Aaron cleared his throat. His voice carried, steady though his heart was still a storm. “A token of Eldoria’s gratitude, for your valor, and for Veridia’s alliance.” The chest was opened, and within glimmered weapons inlaid with silver, bolts of fine cloth, and a crown-like circlet wrought with Eldoria’s crest. A gift fit for a prince.