Elf Lord Rings Novels & Stories

Hermione exclaimed. Alex stroked his chin and appeared satisfied. It was only that the things inside this one ring were more than what had been turned over in the vault of the Plenilune Sect, showing that the Sun Shrine really overflowed with valuable items! Without saying a word, Frostine directly ran to collect the rings on the corpses of the remaining Peak Lords. Including Gabriel’s, there were twelve rings. Finally, he looked at the kneeling Peak Lord. "Just your ring is left, won't you give it?"

My reflection walks beside me, but her eyes are older, angrier. At the end: two doors of obsidian carved with a serpent devouring its own tail. They open inward. The throne room of Eldoria. It is vast and hollow and beautiful in the way a wound is beautiful. The floor is polished black glass reflecting a ceiling of living stars. Columns of shadow twist upward. Silver fire burns in braziers shaped like screaming mouths. At the far end, on a throne of coiled obsidian serpents, sits a man. No. Not a man.

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

Several Blackfang guards moved at once, but the lower house doors burst open before they could reach the first servant. Lobo entered with Cathwulf, Fridolf, and a line of Blackfang warriors wearing the old ceremonial armor of noble houses. The stolen Alpha ring still sat on Lobo’s finger, flashing red like it had tasted Bardolph’s shame and enjoyed it. His eyes fell first on me. Then on the crown in my hands. Then on Bardolph standing close enough for the living bond to burn between us like an old wound refusing to close. “Well,” Lobo said, smiling as if he had walked into a play written for his victory.

As though it was mine all along. "It's beauty is capitivating is it not?" I drew my attention away from the alabaster wonder in front of me. I was greeted by the youngest appearing of the council members. He was tall, and extremely handsome. Although he was much older than he appeared, as humans go, he gave off the appearance of a man in his fifties. Bits of silver in his dark hair that probably only made him more handsome with age. His eyes were green and seemed extremely kind. He had on a wedding band incrusted with diamonds on his left hand. On his right he bore a large ring with a black band that had the head of a wolf with rubies for the eyes. I hadn't noticed it before, but all the eld

Then the vampires, their silk robes whispering against the floor. Even the shadows knelt—the spectres of old wrongs, old fears—bending before the weight of what she had become. When she reached the dais, the Keeper of Oaths—an ancient sorcerer draped in silver and bone—approached with the Crown of Eldoria cradled in his hands. It was no simple circlet. It was the reforged will of a broken realm. Once shattered. Now whole. The Keeper's voice echoed through the hall. "Who claims the Throne of Eldoria?"

I heard Draco’s voice in head. I immediately turned in his direction but he was busy fighting Saltus “NOW… JASMINE… NOW…..” Draco voice screamed in my head and speedily ordered my summoned ghost to bring me King Jamerian Borg “KING…. BRING BE GREEN JEWEL RING FORM THAT PERSON FINGER” is said Hearing my command real soul of King Erlenduris immediately flew towards King Jamerian Borg and ruthlessly hit him on his hand which allowed some green jewel ring from his hand to fell straight it blood stained water.

Noticing his father’s glare, Olpheus shields me from his view completely and levels him with a cool look. “I didn’t know you were back.” The words were said in a tone so cool I wondered if they were really coming from the man who had held me so tenderly last night. “I didn’t know I had to ask my son for permission to enter into my castle.” Olpheus let out a cold laugh. “I think you mean my castle.” He said in a measured tone. “Last I remember, I am the strongest elf in the castle and this kingdom? It’s mine. If anything, you’re in my castle.”

He snapped his fingers and a hologram of a crown appeared directly in front of us. "Impressive," I said, gripping the railing more tightly. He smiled. "This is what the elves believe the crown looks like." It was white with bright red berry-looking things randomly placed around it. At the front were five gems, representing five magics. The crown was simple. Unassuming. It certainly didn't look like it possessed any kind of power. But I was confused. "It's in pieces, right?" "Yes. And, look." A picture of Octavian Augustus, the first roman emperor appeared. Laeddin pointed to something on his robe. "It's a piece of the crown.

"With magical chains of entwined gold, copper and pewter, the fighting will come to an end." The Empress's eyes opened wide. She reached for her necklace. "Like the Fates' chain? But mine is only gold." Relaxing his grip slightly on Lukoss, Zan broke in, "Do you remember, Your Majesty? The Fates' chain of the elves is copper! We saw it when Ithel rescued us from the Storehouse. Perhaps he or Zoltan has it here…" Zan remembered the sad news about the king and his voice trailed off.