Jordan Rings Novels & Stories

Aubrey said confidently. “This girl,” Grandma said as she pulled the chair. “I swear you will be the end of everyone if it happens that the ring had landed into the wrong hands.” Aubrey glared at her grandmother, “Which wrong hands' grandma? According to moon goddess rules, that ring can only be owned by three people, the chosen ones and that is us; I and Angelo, you or any other person from Diana's hunters generation. We are the only exciting members of Diana's hunters generation and here, Angelo is the chosen one. So what I mean if the ring is among the three of us, it can't get lost.”

hissed Joanne. "I thought you guys were not going to get engaged?” Irene snorted. Joanne shook her head with a smile and said in a softer voice, ”I know everything about you and him. Jordan likes you. He used to like a lot of other women, but obviously, you're different. He has fallen in love with you." "I know the ring on your hand was given to you by Jordan. Since he gave that to you, it shows that his feelings for you are really genuine. In fact, if he didn't give you that ring, I wouldn't even think about coming here to meet you," Joanne continued.

"Why?" "He’s my friend," I defended weakly. "He wants to be your lover," Jordan corrected. "And you are playing a dangerous game, little wolf. You wear my ring, but you answer his calls." He leaned down, his lips brushing the pulse point of my neck. "Do I need to remind you again?" he murmured against my skin. "Or are you ready to admit that this..." he tapped the ring on my finger, "...isn't as fake as you pretend it is?”

Jordan could not just let him have her! Jordan was about to run after her when his phone rang and he looked down to see a number he knew by mind and heart. It was the number that aside from anything to do with Rachel will get him to stop whatever he is doing, whether urgent or not, wherever he might be. “Yes?” He answered after the third ring. He gripped his phone and his eyes darkened at whatever the caller is telling him. “Alright. Tell him I’m on my way. Tell him that I’ll be there in three hours.”

Matthew said before leaving the room. Ambrose just nodded. He was at a loss for words. Ambrose got off the bed and walked inside their closet. He unlocked the jewelry drawer and played with the rings on his finger. He contemplated whether he wants to remove it or not but ultimately decided not to. When he was about to close the drawer, his eyes fell on a jewelry box. It was the same jewelry box he found in the cave. He grabbed the box and opened it. Inside was a thin silver wristband with engraved letters.

And more importantly… Who, or what, was the Demon God? Beyond his research, Leon also searched tirelessly for artifacts that could protect spirits—his promise to Jessie remained unbroken. He would not allow Jordan, the boy ghost, to come to harm. With delicate care, he placed a small jade talisman inscribed with protective runes around Jordan’s neck. "This should keep you from fading too easily," he murmured. Jordan tilted his head, fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the charm. A rare brightness flickered in his ethereal eyes. "Thank you, my kind benefactor."

He's been in the same lifetime more than once; the people change and only the places stay still. He notices Hiro staring at his hand, particularly the stone on his finger. "Your ring…" he finally says. "It emits the same energy as that of the coven's." Joaquin furrows his brow. "It's a daylight ring. It helps me—" "—walk in daylight, I figured. Who made it?" Hiro continues.

I squeeze his hands. "You didn't rescue me. You stood beside me while I rescued myself. And that's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me. So I promise you, for the rest of my life, I will be your partner. Your equal. Your person. I will build with you. Dream with you. Weather storms with you. And I will love you. Not because I need you. But because I choose you. Every single day." "The rings?" the officiant asks. Jordan steps forward with them. Simple gold bands. Nothing flashy. Just permanent.

“Huh, yeah, I didn’t even think of that. Guess I’m sort of the dragon shifters leader now…I probably should have left a note saying I’d be back.” Jordan laughs. “Yeah, hey mum, just going on a little trip around the world with my new friends the resistance, don’t wait up.” After a few more hours of walking, Jordan declares it time for a break. Everyone starts rummaging through their bags for certain things while a few warlocks do some sort of spell around us that shimmers like a big bubble. Jordan says it’s a cloaking spell, and anyone outside of it can’t see, hear or smell us. Hmm, maybe that’s what my little minx did last night.

Jordan sat there with both rings in his hand and the mate rot cold in his hands and first light coming and looked at me and looked at Killian and looked back at me. "Well," he answered. His wolf said something in his chest that I could feel from across the room. Then Killian answered very quietly "I'm going to need a minute." "Take two," Jordan answered.