Hypno Rings Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re joking, right? You can’t seriously expect me to wear this.” Heros spoke, voice cold and final. “You will. And you won’t take it off.” He didn’t need to explain the tracker. We all knew. The ring monitored body temperature and location. If she ever tried to remove it or run, we would know instantly. Liora’s fingers trembled as she picked up the smaller ring. For a long moment, she simply stared at the inscription. Then, with a quiet sigh of resignation, she slid it onto her finger.

Julian had told her once, in the quiet of the orchard, that the ring was a Grounding-Rod. "Julian didn't just give me a ring," Clara said, a slow, defiant smile breaking across her face. "He gave me the Off-Switch." She didn't try to fight Sterling. She didn't try to hack the console. She took the copper ring and pressed it directly into the "Vance-Harmonic" locket at her throat. The reaction was instantaneous. The copper—the most primitive conductor—short-circuited the high-frequency golden light of the sphere.

It will take the life essence it needs in order to nullify evil, if that’s more than Hilda has to give, it will drain her. “Hilda, you should be able to tell when the ring is working. I’m sure it will react in the presence of any deception and start actively working to dispel illusions if anyone is casting in your vicinity.” I’m very grateful that the ring seems to recognize my magic and accept it as benevolent. I feel like a kindergartner in the presence of the school principal. “What is it made of?” Soren asks, leaning down to try and get a closer look. Hilda holds the ring up and it glows in the moonlight. “Nothing I’ve ever seen before,” she murmurs, glancing toward me.

The dread pooled in her stomach. "Who?" Her throat went dry. "You will know soon." Came his clipped reply. She did not press any further as she knew that he was not going to answer her questions. After few more minutes they reached a small room where two rings were placed on the small round table. "Do you know what will happen if anyone dares to go near that table and take that ring?" He asked. "No." Olivia answered. He smiled when he saw the confusion swirling in her blue orbs. "These rings are placed under the infrared beams. Just touching them will ring the alarm-"

His left hand shot out and pinned both of Helene's arms against the stone balustrade, trapping her completely while his right hand maintained his crushing grip on her throat. I reached for Helene's left hand. On her middle finger sat a heavy, square ring carved from black iron and set with a cloudy green stone. The anchor of the night-rot. Helene's eyes widened in sudden, frantic panic as my fingers closed around the ring. "Do not touch it, you fool! You will trigger the fatal dose!" "I am not touching your spell, Helene," I replied quietly, looking straight into her dying eyes. "I am ending it."

Wait that is an amazing idea. "Oh okay... Let me handle this personally right this way President Jacobs" I tell him I lead them into my office, and we spend about two hours creating two rings both will be titanium (silver) They are a set the female ring will be two rings the first one has a 4.9 carat diamond all around the ring there are tiny blue and white stones. the second ring is covered in blue and white diamonds. The male thing is an 8mm titanium (silver) with a mate finish with blue diamonds in the middle that goes all the way around.

And a platinum signet ring, simple and heavy. “The glasses have a built-up polymer frame,” Anton explained, his tone shifting to that of a product designer. “Near-indestructible. They house a micro-laser capable of cutting through polycarbonate or severing a zip tie. The right temple piece is a localized EMP burst, one-time use, enough to fry non-shielded electronics within a three-foot radius. The ring…” He picked it up. “Pressure-activated. Twice for a distress ping with your exact GPS coordinates, routed to a server only I control. Held for five seconds, and it releases a fast-acting neuro-inhibitor aerosol. Enough to drop anyone in immediate contact.”

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

someone asked, and there was silence again. “Definitely. And what do you mean by ‘also’?” interjected another. “Friends, please calm down. I will explain everything in a moment.”Everyone fell silent. The Great Guardian took a shining gold ring from his pocket and put it on the table for all to see. “This is the ring of air. But... it is only a ring. The divine power that had been hidden in this diamond for centuries has been passed on to the next wearer.” The room was so quiet that you could hear the beating of the hearts of those listening.