Lord If The Ring Novels & Stories

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

“So it is for him, then. And only him.” “Yes,” Arjun answered. “The ring was made for him. For Alexei Volkov. No other can wear it without corruption. Even if you or I touched it, it would reject us—or worse, it would consume us. This is its law, sealed in the fire where it was born.” Lucien’s silence stretched deep. Then, a smile curved his lips. “So be it. Then the boy shall wear it. And I shall guide him.” Alexei shifted. His fingers twisted in his lap, as though he were both terrified and flattered. He glanced at his uncle, then at Lucien, caught in the snare between blood and bond.

She spoke while reaching for the gold bar, "Jobs are running dry. You should put some ads online. We'll save whatever you make for your dowry." I raised my arm in defense, a scowl etched on my face. "Haven't you heard of the old ways? The gold bar belongs to Deathbringer's Child, the girl who guides souls. If you take it, you'll bring a curse upon yourself." Mom's laugh was cynical. She spun around and slapped me, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. Her eyes shot like daggers. "If I say you're the soul guide, then that's what you are. If I say you're not, then you're just my daughter. If I decide to sell you off to some lonely old man, that's exactly what you'll do!"

He unbuckled his breastplate and dropped it aside, standing before her in only his plain, dark linen tunic—stripped of his warlord regalia, stripped of his titles, standing merely as a man before the woman who had saved his soul. He reached into the inner fold of his leather tunic, pulling out a small, worn velvet box. Dominic’s broad, battle-hardened hands trembled slightly as he pressed the spring latch open. Resting inside on black silk was a heavy gold band, intricately carved with running wolves and inlaid with dark obsidian and brilliant, luminous silver moonstones—the ancient, sacred ring of the Blackwood Luna Queen. Nora’s breath hitched in her throat, her hand flying to her mouth.

Ross’s brows moved, as if he finally sensed something was wrong, but I had already picked up the resignation letter and placed it back on his desk. “So I resign.” Then I reached for the thin chain at my neck and took off the silver ring hanging beneath my collar. It was the ring I had designed for us years ago. Ross had once asked to wear his openly, but when the company began to grow, he said it was better not to let people know about us yet. So I kept mine hidden against my heart and told myself secrecy was also a kind of protection. Now even that felt absurd. In front of him, I placed the ring on the desk.

He didn't speak for a long beat. "Better?" she asked, smoothing the silk. Sion stood up, buttoning his jacket. He walked over to her, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box—velvet, heavy, and definitely not a prop. He opened it to reveal a diamond so large it looked like a weapon.

The Dragon Lord started holding in his hands now, two golden rings that shine as the sun’s light hits them. Dareon and Shelyca stood-up. The Dragon Lord gave Dareon first the smaller golden ring. “Shelyca, wear this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. My heart is engraved in it and once you removed it, my heart will melt, my breath will fade and then my spirit will be enclosed by the realm of death and darkness.” Dareon’s words as he put the ring on Shelyca’s ring finger. Shelyca heard what he said. His words filled her ears and travels down to her heart. She will keep those words in her heart unperturbed.

He had no idea what was going on. He only knew that the ring had become somewhat different after absorbing the blood. As a young leader, he was not a loser who only knew how to wine and dine. That ring must be a magic weapon! Although he had no idea what it could do, it must be something good. For the young leader of the Smith Guild to display such shock, Howard became interested in the item in Delia’s hand. Although he could not abduct Delia and steal her things, he could force Philip to tell him the secret behind the ring!

But before he even managed to lashed out, the man show his fist at the Lich, and what in his finger shocked the Lich to the core, because in his finger was the [Ring of Power] the insignia and the mark of the Black Empire true Ruler. 1111MicrosoftInternetExplorer402DocumentNotSpecified7.8 磅Normal0

That was a dangerous stick, especially in the wrong hands. "It wasn't stolen, my queen." Tamil bowed her head a little, a small star birthmark on her neck glowing a bright red, a sign that she was panicking. She had features similar to Tonsil's. "Tonsil has it, she has gone after the fire lord's wife, they are going to kill her. The possession prophecy has been fulfilled, I have no knowledge to why Tonsil has chosen that option."