Hypno Rings Novels & Stories

It was thin and glowed with a faint blue light. “Sienna,” I responded. "Hand," he commanded. I held out my hand. He slid the ring onto my finger. It clicked and tightened. It felt like it was part of my skin. "What is this?" I asked. "Your tally," Dan replied. "It’s a magic device. It tracks your orgasms. Rule Number Seven says you need ten a day. You just had your first one with William. The ring shows a '1'. You have nine more to go before the sun sets, or you'll spend the night in the 'Punishment Pit.' Trust me, you don't want that."

Then, he took off the golden ring on his finger and handed it to me. I pushed it away and said, "I don't want your ring." "It isn't my ring. It's a relic from the ancient Azula Ruin. It has certain dark matter inside. If you have it, you'll be able to stay in a separate dimension, a transcendental realm..." I looked at him in confusion. He gently stroked my hair on the side of my face and winked, "In plain words, it helps you to get rid of the annoying sound in your mind."

Willow quickly ducked behind the tree before they could look at her. She unzipped her hoodie and took out the ring she always carries. It is a special ring given by Brenda to every member of her team. This ring can conceal the nature of the wearer. In other words, it hides the smell and aura of the wearer. She swiftly wore the ring on the forefinger of her left hand. After taking a few deep breaths to calm her heartbeat, she made the vine of the tree grow longer.

says Dimitri. Nero and I get angry again, making everyone in the room jump. This time, Nero takes control and forces a shift, pacing the room. I can feel members of my pack wince from the alpha aura being pushed out from our anger. Nothing I say to Nero gets him to calm down. “Whoa bro calm down. The whole pack can feel your anger. What’s going on,” asks Mark through the mind link. “That fucking ring is spelled to get Maliyah to want to put it on and want to be with Alastor. That ring is meant to help control Maliyah like he controlled Malayah with that necklace,” Nero growls in a reply.

And he wasn't standing he was on one knee with a small box in his hand. "Alessandro..." I started, my heart beating faster as my anxiety spiked. "You know I don't want to get married." "I know, I'm not proposing. This is a promise ring, maybe one day you'll change your mind about marriage. Now can I start my speech?" I grinned nodding while pushing away my worries.

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."

It was cool and heavy in her palm. “Open it,” he said. His voice was a low rumble, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. It vibrated through her, settling in her bones. She fumbled with the tiny clasp. Her fingers felt clumsy, too large for the delicate mechanism. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was a thin silver collar. It was delicate, almost like a choker necklace, but there was no mistaking its purpose. In the center, soldered to the band, was a small, perfect silver ring, an O-ring. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

A sand bag and other boxing equipment hung off to the side but I barely noticed, my sole attention was on the person who stood right in the middle of the ring, conversing with a guy who was obviously a trainer, while wrapping tape around her knuckles slowly. Someone I had been searching for for weeks. My eyes glazed over her, from her hair that had grown to shoulder level but was now in a ponytail, to the black sports bra that stretched across her perfect breasts, to her flat abdomen to those tiny workout shorts that threatened to make me go crazy. What was she doing here? And dressed so sexily? “There’s your Cinderella dude” I heard Seth say before letting out an ironic scoff “and you thoug

* ###### In the middle of a tropical island covered with jungle… As the sound of compressed air intermittently sounded overhead, Ravyn rested on a thick branch of a tree. She took three rings from the people she had knocked out and placed one on her index finger, on top of her own, and two on her middle finger. Immediately, the display flashed one after the other with the same message. [New user detected] [Verifying the user’s qualification...] [Access Granted Detected user: Lavender] Ravyn then opened the hint page that each ring received.

Chad closed his eyes and chanted, the ring started to emit blue light with sparkles. “Chad, what is happening, come and look at it. It's shining,” Omega Yna called. Chad continued chanting, Omega Yna tried to pick it but the ring was so hot that she ended up dropping it back in the drawer as her hand got burned. “Aaah,” Yna screamed as she dropped the ring and looked at her hand. A scar formed on her fingers. “Chad, what is happening?” She asked. “What?” Chad asked after finishing chanting.