Feyre Ring Novels & Stories

He just hadn’t known then that it was because she was born with unshackled emotions. A few minutes later, they arrived at the cliffside. He stepped out and activated his dragon sight, the world bleeding into layered currents of magic and force. He studied the seal thoroughly, every thread, every anchor point. It was solid. Unbroken. “I told you, you can trust Feviel,” Arah said, her lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile. “I prefer certainty.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. So are we done here? I want to stop by the main town. The festival’s coming up, and I heard the vendors already set up a food park.”

I start to panic, I need to reach the training grounds before the clock strikes 12. The training ground is where the celebration is being held, it's our packs largest ground which easily fits every member of the pack, another reason being it's open sky. The ground is surrounded by thick trees, but once you enter the field, it's an open sky which gives us the direct light of the sun and the moon. Today is a full moon, Theo will stand under it's light. All the pack members will witness the transformation of his wolf. He will be gifted with new powers and strength.

Sin said grimly. I joined Gareth at the ravine's edge, peering in the direction he indicated. The caldera was massive—at least two miles across, its circular rim rising like a jagged crown against the sky. From our position, I could just make out one of the five seal pillars, its stone surface reflecting the afternoon sunlight. "That's the Eastern Seal," Sin said, following my gaze. "It's one of the five we need to reinforce." "How's Mira?" I asked, turning back to where Fiona knelt beside the Shadow Wolf.

Conrad runs the meeting with the Royal family, listening to their part. "We need to work together if this is going to work. We need the Faes on the outermost ring. You will be our last defence. Any wolves that get past the other barriers must be stopped by you with any means necessary. Bound in vines, held in sinkholes, anything. The next barrier will be the Psirens. According to the layout, there is a river that runs through the compound. You need to create a wall of water as our secondary defence. In the centre of the circle will be Lewana and the hunters. They will take out any wolf that has been corrupted while freeing the others. Phoenix's will provide air support and feed back what the

she whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. Vaemond squeezed Freya’s hand, offering her a reassuring smile. “I will, Freya. I trust you, and I trust that Felicity knows what she’s doing,” he replied. Felicity finished her chants, the last word lingering in the air like a haunting melody. The thunderstorm began to subside, and a calmness settled over the forest. The circle of mountain ash glowed with a soft light, and a surge of energy enveloped Vaemond.

Her loyalty was a all I had, the only thing keeping me from drifting away into the grey fog of grief. “There is only one slight complication tho,” Mrs. Leyla added, her voice smooth and melodic. She smoothed the fabric of her tailored navy dress. “To draw the culprit out, we need something called the Ring of Fire. It is a temptation too great for any Ifrit to resist. It draws them in like a moth to a flame.” My hope dimmed slightly. “How are we supposed to find that ring and still handle the preparations for the charity ball? It’s impossible.”

:I am within the faerie circle. Our home is a little too crowded.: Rhychard didn't doubt it. He altered his course, heading toward the area around what he called his Thinking Rock, a flat slab of granite that extended out into Manatee Creek in the middle of a small wooded section behind Rhychard's condo. The faerie circle was a small area around Rhychard's rock, a ring of boulders that Marachin, a sylvan elf, had created so that Rhychard could have a safe, private place to train and rest. Part of the magic allowed people to see through the area to the creek beyond without noticing anyone inside the circle. If they were tempted to visit, the magic of the circle deterred them, sending them in

suggested Fetyr. “Why?” Raeherys removed the Hycrown from his head and studied it. The sand-gold circle surrounded with spikes had been sprinkled with tiny diamonds, thirty-three pieces, sparkling under the bright moonlight. Fetyr nodded. “You are well aware of how tricky humans are with our treasures. You should hide it from their sight as much as possible.” When the waving sea became shallow enough to stop the boat—the two jumped out, splashing themselves onto the warm waters. Their feet found the soft sand, and then they walked, with the waves hitting their backs.

The tingles shoot up my arm and I can feel whatever tension I was holding leave my body as she leads me towards the clearing. “This is the Light Meadow and it’s one of my favorite places in the kingdom. Each of these flowers, when they open, releases soft colored light. These were created by both the Light Fae and the Nature Fae for one of our Go Raibh Maith Agat festivals for the Goddess Danu, thanking her for the gifts she has bestowed upon the Fae.” Morrigan says.

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.