Hope Mikaelson Rings Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at Blackgold… Nolan sent the surveillance video from the cafe of Katrina and Maizie’s meetup to Helios. Helios frowned. “What is this?” “Watch it.” Nolan picked up his coffee and took a sip. Quincy, standing next to them, reminded Helios to zoom in, which he did, and he noticed something. Maizie had a ring in her hand, and that ring looked really familiar. Helios frowned again. “That’s my uncle’s ring.” But why did Maizie have it?” He increased the volume and could hear Maizie and Katrina’s conversation. After hearing everything, he fell silent.

Surely I should wield it and not the other way around? I set the carving aside, pulling out the next talisman. A brass coin, engraved with protective sigils. Again, I put it aside almost immediately. The final item is a ring, etched with a mystical pattern of glyphs. This one is the strongest of all of them and I let it clatter on to the table. “What do you sense?” Maelor asks eagerly.

Joaquin could only make out his screams due to his heightened hearing. If he focuses hard enough, the memory doesn't seem too far. He could still hear him, crying in agony, sometimes calling his name. "Listen, witch," He shifts in his seat and moves closer. "This ring is made from your coven's magic, from your fellow coven troops, so maybe that's why you feel some weird connection to it. I'll give it to you if you promise to help me kill the last immortal aside from me." "I don't want to kill anyone," Hiro confesses outright.

" Their audience let out a collective 'awwn.' The tears were running down Mikayla's eyes unchecked now. She couldn't stop them. Her makeup was long gone but she didn't even care. She turned to Cael. "I can't believe you got everyone involved in this! How long have you all been lying to me?" He smiled. "Before you ask any questions, there's still something missing." "What's that?" She asked. "The ring," he answered. Their audience gasped. "Where is it?" She asked.

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have cycled through four potential brides like we were completing some sick checklist. Owen frowned, his expression serious. "At Mr. Vance's banquet, the four of you occupied an entire table. He glanced over once and said the owner of the ring is among the four women of the Lowe family. There's no mistake." Wearing a slightly smug expression, he passed the ring over and suggested, "Why don't you try it on, one by one?" My stepsister, Mia Lowe, who was always obsessed with appearances, recoiled. "I'm allergic to diamonds. I'd probably break out and die on the spot."

“I have this moment of constant déjà vu.” “Please explain to me.” “I am standing outside in the bright sunlight.” “What are you doing there?” he asks in that same soothing tone. “I am looking at my hand. I am also hearing a voice coming from the tree.” “What are you seeking in your hand that isn’t there?” “Rings…” she sounded very puzzled. “Kismet…” “Ah yes…I know what you mean.” “You do?” she questioned intrigued. “Tell me, as I am confused.” “Once upon a time I met this beautiful gypsy. She told me the tales of kismet…that the rings always tell their own individual truth.”

When we burst through the doors, my heart stopped. The children I had saved were standing in a circle. Their eyes weren't gold, and they weren't black. They were a brilliant, terrifying purple. Leo, the youngest, turned to me. He wasn't crying. He was smiling, but it wasn't a child's smile. It was Victor’s. "The blood has a back door, Maya," Leo said, his voice a perfect, haunting mimicry of the Prince. The boy raised his hand, and the gold ring on my finger suddenly constricted, biting deep into my flesh. I fell to my knees, a scream trapped in my throat as the ring began to glow with a blinding, white heat.

Something small, heavy, and wet dropped out of the overhead drainage pipe, landing with a soft, sickening thud in the mud right between my boots. I looked down, my breath catching in my throat. It was a severed human finger. And wrapped around the bloody, mangled bone was the heavy, gold-trimmed royal signet ring of the Vega bloodline. Malakai's ring. "Well, well, well," a low, gravelly voice hissed from the absolute blackness inside the drainage conduit.

"Please. It’s not what it seems like." His father narrowed his eyes and stared at his hand. After a second we both realized that he was looking at the ring Rafe was holding. Rafe immediately passed it to me, "It's not mine. I mean I didn't give it to her." Rafe raised his hands in surrender. I gulped. "Daughter of Howard and Son of Eastmond, a great combination." I heard someone comment from the crowd. "They look cute nevertheless." "But why is the ring so small? It should be something big, classy diamonds. Eastmonds have a reputation."