Harem Ring Novels & Stories

“Running at the first sign of danger? No wonder you’re an Omega.” “At least I’m not an ass.” He snorted, a hand going to his hair. I caught the glint of multiple rings on his fingers: two ornate gold bands, one on each fourth finger, the ones humans wore their wedding rings on, and a single, simple gold band on his index finger. My stomach roiled, revolting at the sight of it. Because it was his mating band.

I gulped, “Well, for a hybrid who’s being targeted by your pack, he doesn’t shy away from a challenge and doesn’t do things discreetly.” “I agree.” He said before shifting in his seat so he could turn to me. “But enough about him for a while. I have something to give you.” He pulled out a ring from his pocket with the same engraving on the previous necklace that he once cast away. It had the symbol of a half-moon with his initials on it. “It’s the ring that I promise you. I know what rings mean to girls, so I don’t want you to think heavily about the meaning of it. It’s just a small trinket that we use to fool everyone that you agree to be my mate. As per our deal.”

Filthy rich! Filthy, stinking rich! A Loot ring was an uncommon item. Its pocket dimension was crafted from powerful fighters and smiths. It was extremely capable of storing many items. Most would never have the chance to touch a Loot ring in their lives, not many in the Ahi Dynasty would even have one. Only the space shifters of the academies could forge these. What left Zephyr speechless was the nonchalant way the girl threw the ring onto the ground, as if it was a piece of trash. She was definitely filthy, stinking, bloody, rich!

He looks out the window for a bit, "I have something I want to give you." He pulls out a dark, almost black ring with a medium-sized red gemstone placed right in the center. He gently grabs my left hand, hesitating at his actions for a second, and slips it onto my ring finger. My heart begins to hammer against my chest at the smallest touch of his skin. Once I look down at the ring at a closer angle, the band of it is a dragon that hooks onto the gem from the left side, while its tail hooks onto the other side of the gem, creating the circle.

he told me after he was sure I calmed down. Damon sat beside me and got something from his pocket. Taking my hand, he gently slid a ring on my finger. It was made of silver, with a big bright red gem which seemed to burn. Like a wildfire was imprisoned inside it. I never saw something similar. The band had an intricate model, an ouroboros forming the upper side. Under it was the moon and stars and a small dragon. On the inside was written something but I didn't have the time to read. It was painfully familiar to me. Like it belonged to me yet not entirely, the feeling scratching at my mind.

she touched his forehead, and the words seemed to be written in his memory, bound by her touch. "Break the jar over her head as she sleeps, and say those words... she will forget Shade forever!" Her eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as she spoke the words, her touch lingering on his forehead. "Also, give this to her," she said, holding out a ring made of turquoise and silver with a special stone in the center, her eyes sparkling with a hint of warmth. "It is a gift from her mother, Rose," she added, her voice filled with a gentle reverence. "She must be careful, she can only use it four times," she cautioned, her brow furrowing slightly with concern.

My eyes redden as I glance at the ring. The green jewel was gifted to me by Dalton—the cruel crown Prince who once loved me. He gave it to me when he chose me to become his woman, the first woman in his Harem, the one he claimed to love. ‘ Do you think he will love you if you kill me for him? ’ He had taunted before he lost all feeling in his limbs. I had drugged him, made sure he was so weak that he couldn’t even move when Aleister came for him. He was a stupid man, who thought more with his dick and less with his head.

My eyes follow what he was looking and I froze on my spot as realization hits me. He's looking at my ring. My wedding ring that was given by Sain Czar. I cleared my throat. "I need to remove it all the time for my safety" I told him. His jaw clench. "I don't want you to wear that ring again inside our house, Hera" I purse my lips and scratch my cheek. "I'm sorry. Should I remove-" "You're not an Ildefonso's woman Herravie. You are a Costello's woman. Always remember that" he cut me off.

The ring itself was hammered like braided rope and two small bullets met on each side, forming a perfect, closed circle. Odin told her that the neck ring was called Havorringen, a name she had to promise him to remember. He gave it to her as a gift to protect her from the dangers of both human and demigods. Indra also had to promise to never take it off. It was a promise she kept. Not even Lucifer had tried to take the neck ring off her in the months he'd held her captive and tortured.

HARPER Tenley grabs my hand. Her eyes widening in amazement as she brings it closer to examine the intricate details of the ring, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings. With a high-pitched shriek of excitement, punctuated by the joyful shrieks of birds, she exclaims, “You guys leave for just four days and come back engaged! Layken, I can’t believe you went ring shopping without me! I would have loved to have been there when you picked out this beautiful ring.” Her voice fills the air with a mix of joy and playfulness. She paused, her fingers tracing the cool, smooth surface of the ring, its intricate details catching the light. “Layken, you did so well,” she compliments, her voice laced