Lord If The Ring Novels & Stories

he pointed to the lion-carved throne behind the Godfather's seat, “belongs to one. And it is eternal.” Then came the relic. An ornate wooden box, velvet-lined, passed by two men dressed in red robes. The Godfather opened it. Inside sat a gold ring. Thick. Heavy. With the same lion emblem carved into its face. The Don's ring. Not just a symbol, but a crown. A signature. A death sentence to those who crossed it. “The man who wears this,” the Godfather said, lifting the ring, “answers to no one, except me, his direct boss.”

It’s small enough that it probably only fits on my brother’s pinky. Looking closer, I see intricate carvings on the sides of the band. There are little swirls and moons carved into the gold, impossibly detailed. “It’s my lucky ring,” Landon explains, looking down at me. “It’s yours to keep.” I gasp, “No! I can’t accept this, Landon. You keep it—” “It’s served me very well over the years. But I think you might be in more need of luck these days than I am, Cara,” Landon says seriously.

“It hasn’t been seen for nearly a century. Truly one of the rarest pieces in the world.” “Only the future Luna would wear that,” another said with envious tones. “Congratulations, Luna,” voices spoke about me, fawning over the ring on my fingers. Cordelia was frozen to her feet, her eyes blinking from my serene face to the rig on my fingers. I could practically see the calculation in her eyes, comparing her daughter's expensive but modern engagement ring with mine, steeped in history and practically a relic of a royal wolf family, a statement that didn't need me to speak to be heard.

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."

One was Lennon, while the other was Ragnar. “They sent us the photo too!” Lola picked up a photo from the sofa and waved it in front of him. It was a photo of the two facing each other. The angle was nice, and so was the color gradient used. When he tossed the ring back to her, he made sure he didn’t forget to spoil her mood. “What’s there to be exhilarated about a ring like this?” “Well, why not? I think it’s pretty cute.” She slid one of them on her middle finger, and after admiring it with satisfaction, put the other back into the box and said, “It sounds like you don’t want it. I’ll keep them then.”

"What are you doing here? Are you here with your father?" Before I could respond, Lance came hurrying out after me. "Oh good, you haven't left yet!" "Mr. Lambert, is something wrong?" He gave me a sheepish smile. "I was too familiar earlier, calling you 'Keira' like you're still your father's plus-one. Raincloud is its own company now. I should be addressing you as Ms. Prescott." I smiled and was about to tell him not to worry about it when Garrett spoke, almost to himself.

“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.

The sword dropped from the warrior’s hand, but the ring forced his body forward anyway, turning him into a weapon without metal. Bardolph tried to rise. The vow to protect both Rudina’s daughters pulled him one way, while the ring’s command through Niall pulled his blood another. Pain tore through his face so sharply that even Lobo’s smile flickered with surprise. “Do you feel it?” Lobo asked, raising the cracked ring higher as Niall sobbed beneath the red fire joining them. “Your pack, your blood, your shame, and your hidden little heir all answering the hand strong enough to hold what you lost.”