Feyre Ring Novels & Stories

the past him corrected, opening it to reveal inside a beautiful silver ring covered in various small gems, with a fairly large blueish gem on top. Christen was at a loss for words at the sight of it “F-Fenris. Is that...?” she stuttered out. “Yes. An engagement ring. Or so I hope it is.” As werewolves never do things such as prepare these rings for anything involving a marriage, Ferris was not entirely sure what sort of ring would be deemed appropriate to use as an engagement ring for humans, and went with his gut on the design.

Their bond. She whispered again to the ring. > “It’s confirmed. The bond is not broken.” The ring flared. Heat spread across her palm. A whisper answered in her ear—too faint to understand. But she nodded anyway. She turned and slipped into the corridor like smoke. Her footsteps left no trace. [Ferra’s Secret Meeting] Later that night, under the bowels of the palace, Ferra entered a chamber lit only by rune flames—blue and pulsing. A hooded figure turned.

I let it sit. “So what are our terms?” I asked finally. “Because I don’t like his.” Lucian’s smile was quick and tired. “We make a smaller ring inside a larger one. Double wards: hedge and house. We ask the gorse to be mean, the stones to be literal, and the wind to take instruction. We tie the circle to you so it knows your rhythm. If the fae step through again, they step into a mouth.” Maeve perked. “A mouth we close.”

I asked, looking it over closely. “It’s an onyx ring. But it’s not just a ring. It’s so much more.” I turned the ring over, trying to see what difference it had to the usual rings that I see, but nothing stood out of the ordinary. “No one but those in this room could see it.” The Fae King continued to explain as if seeing the skepticism written all over my face. “It’s a tool you need when you meet the Vampire Lord. And don’t be afraid if it breaks, especially when you shift, because it won’t.”

"At least you can admit that you are strange. I just have to do a few things before we join the others." Fenrir closes the door and uses the teleportation ring to hide the ring of power next to his journal. 'I can't afford to lose this too. As for the ring of teleportation, I just have to keep it on me at all times. If I ever need the use of that ring, I can grab it at any time.'

And then suddenly a familiar blinding light flashed in front of our eyes and a portal opened. Faelern, Fiyona and Valerie stepped out. "What are you doing here?" I shouted so they could hear my voice over everything else. "Viktoria is going to come here!" Fiyona shouted back. What? She's at home! And she is definitely not coming here! The three of them formed and circle and held hands. And then the inside of the circle turned jet black. I couldn't see what was happening clearly. And then another blinding flash hit out eyes that made me cover them with my arm.

Violet’s hand tightened. “Found what?” Kael asked. Rhea inhaled a sharp, broken breath— And the images exploded behind her eyes. A mountain temple… A grave… A ring glowing with red fire… AURA devouring it… She was seeing everything. Every step. Every breath. Every moment of AURA’s fury. Her voice shook, but she continued: “The ring… it held his Heartfire. His… rune… the mark of who he truly is… the power witches stole when they trapped him…”

"Let them wait ten minutes more. I’m almost finished with the calibration." Althea looked down at the workbench. Resting there were two rings—not the heavy, gaudy bands of the old regime, but the ones they had forged together. Made of dark meteorite iron and inlaid with a single, continuous strand of Celestial Silver, they formed a perfect swan when pressed side-by-side. "Do you ever miss the quiet?" Althea asked, leaning her head against his chest. "I have all the quiet I need when the palace sleeps," Julian murmured, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "But I don't miss the hiding. I don't miss the secrets."

High above the cliffs, in the quiet sanctuary of the Citadel’s master tower, Agnes stirred in her sleep. She lay tangled in the heavy linen sheets, her head resting against Rhys’s broad, bare chest. Rhys was sound asleep, one massive arm wrapped securely around her waist, his deep, rhythmic breathing rising and falling in steady comfort. Over his sternum, the **Apex Core** glowed with a faint, peaceful violet light. Suddenly, Agnes’s right hand twitched. The uncut moonstone of the Starfall Fate-Ring flared with a sharp, icy blue spark—a cold, frantic pulse that shot straight through her nervous system.

The wind barely moved the branches, and the usual sounds of night animals were missing. Even the forest seemed afraid of the valley ahead. Behind me, Faye rode quietly on one of the horses we had taken from camp. She held our daughter close to her chest, wrapped safely against the cold. Despite everything she had been through, she looked steadier tonight. The Lunaris echo was helping her. Every now and then I saw the faint silver pulse travel from the moonstone to the baby, and then to Faye. Like a quiet chain of power binding them together. Still, I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. And it tore at me.