Greed Island Ring Novels & Stories

“This will be your training den for the week—or until the Ancient Ruins open.” Danial, still gasping, raised his head weakly. “There’s… something… called consent…” He gulped another mouthful of air. “And secondly… where the hell are we!?” Raiden grinned. “You’ll forget about consent here soon enough. And this—” she gestured around the small tropical island “—is the Reely Islands. Somerland Ocean territory, surrounded by eternal lightning storms.” Danial blinked. Forget about consent? That does not sound right.

The Island of the First Hearth did not appear on any satellite map. It was a tectonic anomaly, a place where the Mid-Atlantic Ridge peaked above the surface in a violent collision of fire and frost. As the Aegir’s Wake pierced the permanent veil of volcanic fog, the pack saw it: a jagged crown of obsidian rock shrouded in steam and falling snow. The island was the physical manifestation of the Triad. Rivers of molten lava flowed directly into freezing glacial lagoons, creating a constant, booming roar of steam that masked their signature from any remaining Vanguard trackers.

“I can take care of him myself. Thank you so much.” “What… what do you want? I will give you anything. Anything you ask for,” pleaded Vittore. “I want Auction Ring,” said Renata/Afanasiia. “Yes, yes, I will give you an auction ring. I will make you, so money from the auction ring that you won’t be able to count. You can sleep on money, eat on money, walk on money. I will give you the auction ring, anything,” Vittore didn’t waste any time and promised her the auction ring.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

Everyone was busy eating their meal while having mild conversation with each other. Everyone was so excited to see what the items for the night would be and there were some rumors that there might be a few items that were owned by ancient leaders of the world. One in particular was a ring that was found on a mysterious island in the Bermuda triangle that was found on a wrecked ship where all the cabin crew died. It might not be the most auspicious item but the people inside the room were not exactly the most normal people either. Some of them were living for the story of those items.

The island took a breath that wasn’t wind and pushed back. Rain sheened away from the shelf where Kiera and Ronan clung, curving around them like water around a stone in fast current. The device’s light guttered, fought for purchase, then bent—not outward, not inward, but sideways into the rock face where old seams glowed faintly green, like veins waking in stone. Hale’s smile returned, smaller. Curious. “Interesting.” A second light ignited behind him along the ridge. Then a third, lower, in the trees. Not lamps—receivers. The flare had been a call; the island was answering on frequencies humans had no names for.

They turned and fled back toward the floating islands, their golden trails sputtering. I fell to my knees, the silver-and-black scar on my arm smoking. The ship beneath me was no longer just wood and glass; it was a living, breathing entity of the Eclipse. "We broke the first wave," Jace’s voice crackled through the bond, his ship reappearing alongside us, its sails tattered but glowing. "But Elora... look at the islands." Through the clearing smoke, I saw the Jade Capital, Sol-Aeterna. The floating islands were shifting, moving together to form a massive, concentric ring. In the center of the ring, a single, gargantuan Sol-Core—the Grand Emperor’s Star—began to descend.

Something in the room shifted again. Attention deepened. Focus sharpened. Even Lilith’s hand trembled slightly as she adjusted her posture, forcing herself to remain composed. But I saw it. Fear. Or maybe recognition. Maybe both. I let the silence stretch. Then finished. “The Eclipse Ring was born in a meteor crater and shaped under moonstone light during a blood moon. There are only ten in existence.” A pause. “And this,” I said, lifting it slightly higher, “is the first.” My voice dropped.