Greed Island Ring Novels & Stories

I whispered, the light of the screens reflecting in my blown-out pupils. I found a directory titled 'Island Logistics - 2026'. My breath hitched. This was it. I opened the file, and a map of the Atlantic bloomed across the centre monitor, dotted with red icons. Each icon represented a private rock, a fortress hidden by the curvature of the earth and the deep pockets of the Schmidt patriarch. One icon was pulsing. Coordinate: 34.57N, 28.14W. "Found you, Eden," I breathed.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” After hesitating for quite a while, much to Makayla’s annoyance, he finally spoke up. “Fine." He stretched out his veiny hand and showed the glimmering ring on his left. "Omnividence. It’s one of the rings formed from ‘the light’s’ energy. Gives the holder to ability to see. The ability to see everything". He looked back at his sister and saw the visible confusion mushed all over her face, so after taking a deep sigh, he began. "My ring is one of the four. It allows me to see stuff that has happened, is happening, and will happen. It also gives me ability to make other people see this, and twist their minds to conform to what I want them to see. Neat magic t

Gideon took the box and flicked the lid open to reveal a massive flawless diamond ring that sparkled with intimidating brilliance under the ambient lights. Maren stared at the obscene piece of jewelry and felt her throat tighten with a sudden overwhelming sense of dread. The ring looked heavy enough to drag her straight down to the bottom of the ocean and drown her in a sea of billionaire politics. "That stone is ridiculous, and nobody will believe a man like you bought something so extravagant without a hidden motive," Maren protested while taking a reluctant step backward.

He handed her a glass of chilled pomegranate juice, fortified with the nutrients Dr. Aris had prescribed. Rage hadn't slept. He sat across from her, a bank of four monitors built into the mahogany side-table of the jet. He was currently reviewing the biometric scans of every single staff member waiting for them on the island. "The island is off the grid, Sabi," Rage said, sensing her tension without looking up. "It’s a natural volcanic outcrop in the South Pacific. I bought it through a shell company seven years ago. Even the GPS coordinates are encrypted with a rolling cipher. Not even your father’s best algorithms can find us here."

The diamond collar around her throat had become a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embedded with rare black opals that caught every flicker of light. For the Obsidian Veil celebration, they had gathered their largest number yet. Nine hundred men arrived at the remote obsidian island, a volcanic paradise of black glass cliffs and steaming vents. The entire island had been reshaped into layered sanctuaries — hidden grottos, cliffside pavilions, underground lava chambers, and open-air temples.

My second call is to the man who manages my more… discreet properties. “Andreas. I need the island. The one in the Grenadines. Have it staffed and ready for my arrival by this evening. Skeleton crew only. A chef, one housekeeper. Security will be my own. I want total privacy. No incoming communications unless the world is coming to an end. Understood?” “Of course, Mr. Grimaldi. The island will be prepared.”

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.”

As the jade amulet vibrated, the barrier began to crack and dissolve into nothingness. The whole spectacle was over in less than five seconds. Observed by the crew aboard the Lord of War, scrutinized by the Temple of War's vigilant members, and under Alexander's piercing gaze, a verdant island spanning twenty kilometers slowly emerged at the heart of the ocean. "The Unnamed Island, that's the one marked on the Black Maple's USB drive!" Without a moment's delay, Alexander commanded with a thunderous voice, gazing down at the island, "Fighter jet Aledandra, descend and land immediately!"

she bargained. The line went silent. After a long pause, Trent spoke. “Actually, there’s something I want to ask you.” Eulalia narrowed her eyes, sensing there was more to Trent’s interest in her. He was no different from Percival at heart: arrogant, selfish, and manipulative. “What do you want to know?” she asked. “Percival bought an island near Windwatch, supposedly to build an amusement park. But there’s a private mine under the island, and the park is just a cover to secretly transport the minerals,” Trent explained.

They seemed to be averting their gazes, looking like they were sick. At that moment, Fane walked out from behind everyone. He took out a golden ring from Mustard Seed and placed it on the Heaven Array. That was the golden treasure that Fane had obtained. At that moment, there were three rings at the corner of the Heaven Array: a black ring, a bronze ring, and the golden ring which Fane had brought over. He planned the ring between the two other rings. The golden ring glowed faintly. It was a storage ring that was incredibly vast within and had various incredible resources inside!