Hope Mikaelson Rings Novels & Stories

She had made up her mind to stay with Tobias. Martin unlocked the knob of his cane and retrieved a silvery grey ring in the shape of an upturned moon. The ring appeared to be made of stone, and in the light and moonlight, the bright crystals in the stone ring shimmered golden. "It's so exquisite. What is it?" Alicia was amazed by the ring's beauty. Martin explained, "This is a moonstone ring crafted from the moon's soil and a meteorite. It represents the upper moon. The lower moon is with Victor. Any Wilton Family member who sees this ring is equivalent to seeing me. And now, I will give it to you."

Like an amplifier, I could hear her steady heartbeat, her resolve to keep the ring. With a sigh, Ma’oz rose from the bed and bowed. “Let me formally introduce myself. Vasileios Tlatilpa Remigius-Ardehi-Tapachula. But I am more commonly known as Ma’oz. A pet name my mother used which has also been the name I have answered to for the past 1000 years. My father, the late Vasileios Sur Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius-Ardehi-Tapachula made that gold ring on your finger. A device that combined both magic and science to bring down the barriers between our worlds – the spirit and human realms. So, anyone who wears this ring will be able to see its true owner. Since my father has passed away, it now rightf

The ring that was sent flying because of the spell hit the wall and then fell on the floor but even after ricocheting like that the gem in the centre of the ring did not break, forget about breaking …the gem did not even have a scratch on it. “ What the hell…” she muttered as she looked at the ring that did not seem to have received any sort of effect on it and frowned. Looks like her suspicions were right, elder Hopkins and his family were involved in dark magic. But how? That day when she returned to the lodge she was surprised to find that the dining room of the lodge was filled with people. As soon as she entered the lodge, she felt that a pair of eyes landed on her and when she raised

' Christopher grudgingly thought to himself trudging along the path. "And secondly if that isn't enough." Christopher reached in his pocket tossing an object to Mikayla who snatched it out of the air before holding it out in front of herself to examine it in better lighting. "Oh it is a nice ring. Definitely old an-" She began while examining the ring turning it in her hand but stopped mid sentence. On the ring was the tree of life and what looked to bee vampire fangs devouring it. And being sensitive to the magic oozing from it, she knew it to be one hundred percent authentic. ...

“Wow, you are a beautiful one, but I think your father will kill me if I even lay a finger on you. I’m not really sure why he would even care if I did, but I know without a doubt he’ll rip my throat out. Come on, he’s waiting for us at the car.” I followed the guy that Aeliana called Beta Dominic, and I’m still wondering where I’m going and why now after twenty years being here. “Wait Myka, your father wanted us to give this to you before leaving.” I looked at Zira, who handed me a silver looking ring with a red stone in it. “Is that pure silver?” “Yes, so you better hope no one takes those moon stones off while you still have that ring on or it’s going to burn you.”

"What happened to Maeve? I don't care about the rest!" "Maeve invoked the Moon Goddess in the circle. We don't know how. We don't know why. The only reason she's not dead is that ring." Tasia crossed her arms over her chest. "What ring?" I turned, following Tasia's gaze to Pete, was immediately flushed as he unfurled his hand and revealed a large golden ring with a red stone at its center. I had never seen it before. Maeve had left the castle with only the clothes on her back. "Where did she get that?" I asked, turning back to Tasia.

Ethan instantly latched onto her words, eyes widening in disbelief. “What did you say?” “Who said Mia is dead? What nonsense are you spouting?!” Annoyed, Elsa sighed and pulled a charred, blackened moonstone ring from her bag, handing it to him. “This was found by the firefighters at your den. The ring is here—but Mia wasn’t. Isn’t that enough proof?” Ethan’s eyes widened as he stared at the ring he had once slipped onto my finger. Now, it was unrecognizable. Just the day before, he had looked into my eyes and told me he still wanted us to love each other like we used to.

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

I replied, swallowing hard. She went back to the living room to get her glasses from her purse. Priscila was a perfectionist to the core. Meanwhile, Daniela returned to filling the glasses with wine and ice. I, in an almost automatic movement, took the ring off my finger to speed up the inspection. That's when I saw it. Perfectly engraved on the inside of the band: "Ace's Moon" My pupils dilated. I lost my breath for a second. How had I not seen this before? Well, it must be because you haven't taken the ring off for a single moment, idiot.