Moonstone Promise Rings Novels & Stories

“Would you like suggestions, Miss?” “Yes, please,” I said nervously. She began pulling out trays and showing me different styles while Jacob offered his own opinions. “That one suits your hand,” he said while pointing to a delicate silver band. “No, that one is prettier,” I argued softly. He chuckled. “You are asking the wrong man. I think you would make any ring beautiful.” The assistant laughed. “Alpha Jacob may be biased.” “Very biased,” he agreed. Eventually, one ring caught my eye. It was white gold with a large oval moonstone in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds. The stone shimmered with blue and silver beneath the light like moonlight trapped in crystal.

He was only left with one more step. Monica dropped the glass of champagne gently on the glass table in front of her, stealing a glance at Sly, whose face was still buried in the magazine. As soon as Marina returned with the rings, Monica realized her mistake. The rings were perfectly crafted with gold platinum and red diamond. Even Sly's was lined with red diamonds. The three rings were a matching piece. One that was carefully designed for a loving couple.

“Yes.” The second the word left my lips, he slipped the ring onto my finger, his hands shaking slightly. And then I was in his arms, kissing him like I would never let him go. The moonstone caught the light between us, glowing soft and iridescent. Like a promise. Like a future. Like a love that had defied everything to find its way home.

The two of them had been slaving away for an hour trying to pick the perfect rings. Samson had picked out a three-stone ring with hexagon moss agate and moissanite set in black gold. The ring had a string of leaves above the three stones truly signifying Gertrude's connection to nature. Samson commented that the ring would fit Gertrude well.

Her fingers trembled as she explained that. I got up and pulled the ring from her necklace, examining every detail, every carving, and color. "This is an emerald stone ring that is usually used to bond a promise like marriage." Then I gripped it really tight. “This is not a friendship ring. If you still want to lie, I can't guarantee that everything will end well. And Prince… maybe he's the first one I'll destroy.” Watching her widen and freak out after I threatened to destroy Prince hurt me more than anything. She shouldn't be like this.

Turns out his mate was also an avid gamer and didn’t just repair random objects for her old pack. The morning of her birthday dawned and he was so excited to give her the gift he had got specifically for her. It was a promise ring he’d had specially made for her. It was a white gold and rose gold ring, each color crossing over the other to form one side of a heart and in the center was both their birth stones; a peridot for her and a ruby for him. It was a beautiful creation and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

Sensing her discomfort, Z added an explanation. “It’s nothing, really; just a token to remind you of our time together.” He placed the simple necklace in her hand. Rai fingered the gold braided chain until she found the delicate moonstone pendant. It was oval in shape and wrapped in gold wire artistically woven into an intricate Celtic knot. “It’s beautiful,” she said, rubbing her thumb over the smooth, polished stone. “What is this?” “Blue moonstone. It is meant to bring prosperity into your life.”

He opened it to reveal a simple, silver ring, engraved with a pattern of waves. "I know we already have rings," he said, his voice soft. "I know we've already made promises. But this is a different kind of promise. A promise that I will keep building. That I will keep showing up. That I will keep believing in the dawn." Maya felt tears on her cheeks, warm and unexpected. She took the ring, sliding it onto her finger beside the one she already wore. They fit together, two bands, two promises, two lives intertwined. "It's perfect," she said.

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

"I'll prove my love to you, Christopher. If you're happy with something I do, give me a star. When you fill up a whole mason jar with paper stars, you'll be the one to propose to me." He held the jar and cried tears of joy like a child who'd gotten the best birthday present of his life. He wouldn't stop making promises, both to me and himself.