Hulk With A Red Lantern Ring Novels & Stories

As though someone had deliberately stopped it at that exact moment. Amelia felt sick. “Who is he?” Victor leaned closer to the screen. “I’ve never seen that mask.” Arthur frowned. Neither had he. Ethan replayed the final seconds repeatedly. The masked man’s right hand remained visible. On his little finger… He wore a distinctive gold ring engraved with a lion. Marcus’s eyes widened. “I’ve seen that ring before.” Everyone turned toward him. “Where?” Marcus hesitated. Then answered. “On the Chairman of Blackwood International.”

He was wearing a black ring on his ring finger with the crest of the Salvador mafia carved into it. But how? "Leonardo?" I uttered in disbelief. "Yes, child." He uttered before turning around to face me and my mouth went agape. He seemed much older now, he had wrinkles around his eyes, they were still as blue as ever. I took his face into my hands to check if he was real and he was- real. Alive. I wordlessly watched him and he showed no emotions on his face. "Yes. I'm alive, Hera." He assured me before opening his arms for me. I skeptically watched him for a moment longer before crashing into his arms.

A golden light suddenly gleamed before her. Holly, who was usually reserved, immediately gasped in astonishment. "Oh, my God!" The gold-rimmed signet ring sparkled brilliantly under the candlelight, and the nine dragons glimmered with a faint golden glow. In the center, the deep-red garnet emitted a halo of translucent red light. The golden rays were projected onto the wall behind them, forming a special pattern.

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.

The stone was a brilliant scarlett color. "This ring is host to what we call a familiar. This in particular, is a carbuncle. It's a creature from South America. They have a gift for finding gemstones and hiding. Think of it as a gift of good faith." "Thank you" she put the ring on her finger and held her hand to the light. "It's beautiful...and call me Nina. Ms. Liang is for people under me." she smiled at him. "Then you may call me Richard." he replied back and watched her admire the ring. He was glad she accepted, even if the training didn't pay off, she would be a good partner to have

His mouth opened wide in shock as he looked down to find Lucian's arm thrust inside his chest, clutching his heart. "This," Lucian declared, removing his hand from the Alpha's body, the heart held firmly in his grasp. He dropped the heart to the ground, and immediately, the ring on his finger emitted a radiant glow. Lucian felt a surge of immense strength and power coursing through him, his eyes transforming into a deep, dark red hue.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

Marcus screams, "You're fucking hurting her!" The guard kicks my purse across the room at Hulk. The lights become blurry. He twists my arms tighter and pain explodes behind my eyes, dulling my senses. I'm only half aware of my surroundings as Hulk begins rummaging through my purse. My brain kicks into motion. I begin fighting and kicking wildly. "Stop. I've found what I came here for." I freeze, turning horrified eyes to Hulk. He holds up two golden, card looking thingies, the size of an ATM card. I do not have to be educated on what those are. Marcus turns to me.

When he reached the center of the circle, the silence that fell over the three hundred men was so absolute I could hear the drip of the rain off the cranes. Vulture stepped forward, his heavy vest torn, his face mapped with fresh soot from the reservoir lockdown. He held a silver object in his hands—not a crown of gold or jewels, but the heavy, reinforced steel sprocket of a Harley’s drive chain, polished until it shined like diamond, its edges sharp enough to draw blood.

"This ring was designed and custom made by a well known designer. It'll suit any outfit and it's worth over fifty million!" A white, glistening light sparkled before everyone's eyes. All of a sudden, an even more dazzling red light blinded the crowd, instantly overshadowing the faint white light. It turned out that Hilda had reached out her hand to draw her hair together. The glistening light just so happened to come from her finger.