Hope Mikaelson Rings Novels & Stories

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.

Harlan prompts. "I vow to offer my vulnerability," I say, my voice ringing clear. "And to demand your respect. I vow to share my darkness and my light. I vow to be bound with you, eternally." Harlan nods. "The rings." Lena steps forward, holding a cushion. These aren't just metal. They are smart-rings, black titanium with a vein of glowing blue light running through the center. Alex slides mine onto my finger. I slide his onto his.

“I promise you all of my tomorrows, the moon, and everything that isn’t mine to promise, because without you, I am nothing.” His lip trembled, and then he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me tenderly. I could taste the salt of his tears on his lips as they mixed with mine, his lips warm as they continued to move against my mouth. The clearing of a throat brought us back to reality, and my cheeks heated as we both looked at Finn, who was standing behind Lukas, his hand holding out both of our rings. My throat tightened as I saw the rings Lukas had picked for us — two filigreed black and gold rings welded into the royal Fae ivy. His ring would be enchanted, like his pearl ring, to stay on hi

he smiled as he made his way out of the door. Inside the hall, Micahel stood silent in the empty room. He was still holding the ring in his hand. WIth him facing the wall where there was the photo of the woman who could be the mother of Elaine, he rubbed the ring. His thoughts were in turmoil as he could not think straight at the moment.

"Thank you." The crowd settled as her father took the microphone. "Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate my daughter Helena's engagement to Michael Harrison. We're so pleased to welcome Michael into our family." More applause. More camera flashes. Helena felt Michael's hand tighten around hers in a possessive and controlling way, even in this moment. "And now," Richard Reynolds continued, "we'll have the ring exchange. Michael?" Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Inside sat a diamond ring, the same ring that, in her past life, had symbolised her chains.

Amelia asked. Amelia led Olivia to her bedroom. The familiar surroundings elicited a mix of nostalgia and pain. She approached a small chest tucked away in the corner. With a steady hand, she unlocked the chest, revealing a box adorned with intricate engravings. As she opened it, a breathtaking ring shimmered within. "It's a moonstone," Amelia explained. Olivia was speechless; it was the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. "My father gave it to me on my 18th birthday, when I first felt my wolf awakening. It holds a special place in my heart."

Mia said with a hint of complaint. “You need a ring worn by our ancestors, but right now we have no one to make it, they’re two options!, you take a ring from a dead or dying vampire or you stay a night owl till we can get you one!.” Rufus replied. “So the ring has the power to protect me from the sun?!.” Mia asked. “Yes, but some vampires actually many vampires no longer wear rings…” Mia interrupted him. “Because they are born emione?!.” She asked while sitting on her bed with her bright red eyes on him.

I hesitated only a heartbeat before slicing my thumb. He caught my hand suddenly. “You’re engaged?” He inspected my diamond ring. “This has magic.” “I’m not… it’s complicated.” My words are tangled. “It has a tracking spell. Maybe more. I can’t get it off.” Kaelen touched it with glowing fingers. The ring slid free effortlessly. “There. You are no longer bound.” Then he reached for my locket. “No!” I jerked it back, covering it with my palm. “I will die with this on.”

And what a surprise it is. Werewolves usually don’t give a rat’s ass about rings and whatnot. Once they mate, that’s it. But the fact that Mikael thought to give me an object that would spell out affection in the human world is the sweetest thing ever. “Before I forget... There’s more!” He exclaims and reaches into his jacket’s pocket to bring out a sizeable box, this time completely black. I feel my eyes gloss with a sheen of salty water when he pops it apart.

He held a small, wooden box in his hands, his eyes full of a hesitant hope. “Lyra,” he said, his voice soft. “I… I have something for you.” I opened the door and let him in. He sat on the edge of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He opened the box, and inside, nestled on a bed of dark velvet, was the enchanted ring I had lost. The very one that masked my Lycan power. The one Michael had ripped from my finger. The one that had been lost for so long. The sight of it sent a jolt through me. It was a piece of my old life, a reminder of the power I had tried so desperately to hide.