One Ring Poem Novels & Stories

But instead of feeling like heartfelt promises, they felt more like shackles, binding me tighter to Lysander and his world with every word I uttered. Then came the rings. Lysander's hands were calm as he slid the ring onto my finger, but mine were trembling so much that he had to steady them. I couldn’t take my eyes off the gold band. For many, a wedding ring symbolizes love, but to me, it was just a marker of my belonging to Lysander. It felt like he had just locked me in a beautiful cage with that shiny key.

"It's a ring woven from my hair. I made it by hand. Each poison wolf will only give out one ring like this in their lifetime. Now you are the owner of the ring." I stared at the dark green, glossy ring. It was so special and beautiful. I couldn't imagine how he managed to weave those gorgeous complicated patterns on the ring. It was just the right size for my finger like it was tailor-made for me. "Good night. Sweet dreams to you." Those were the last words Caleb said before he closed the door to my room and left. I felt my completely soaked panties and the impossible-to-neglect ring on my finger. Damn, how could I possibly sleep peacefully when Caleb's every word was like a tornado whipping

"So as long as I live I love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now 'til my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so beautiful in white Tonight..." " What we have is timeless My love is endless And with this ring I Say to the world You're my every reason You're all that I believe in With all my heart I mean every word..."

"It'll ask for everything you have. And you, more than anybody alive, will want to give it past that, because you've spent three lives sure that's what you're for. Do that here... pour past the bottom to make certain it's done... and you won't come back up. There'll be nothing left to close the circle around." The ring was very quiet. "So the trick," I said, "is to open all the way, give everything, and stop one step short of the thing every part of me is going to be screaming to do." "Yes." "With Corvus coming through that ring with an army." "Yes." "And if I get it wrong either way... hold too much back and the circle doesn't shut and his claim stays. Pour too much and the circle shuts and

RING: A ring is round because it represents eternity… like a love that will last forever. It is a symbol of never-ending commitment. It is usually worn on the left hand, on the fourth finger, as “myth” states that this finger contains the “vena amoris” or the “vein of love”, which is connected to the heart. We were sitting on the deck; Ryder was strumming his guitar, serenading me with his smooth, soulful voice.

She was wearing the moonstone diamond ring I had always dreamed of—the symbol of a Luna's status. Her caption read: 【Eight months of waiting, and it's finally mine. Thank you, my Alpha.】 Eight months. While I was running myself ragged across the territory for our sickly pups, he spent eight months hand-crafting a ring for another woman! The next afternoon, dragging my aching body through the garden, I overheard the pups talking behind the hedges. "Why is Mommy back? Now Kierra won't take us to the Holy Lake to see the lights. I wish she'd stay away forever."

Just metal, shaped into a circle that has no beginning and no end. Kyle slides it onto my finger. It fits perfectly. Of course it does. "With this ring," he says, "I thee wed." His voice breaks on the last word. I take his ring. Hold it at the tip of his finger. His hand is shaking. Mine is too. We're both trembling, both crying, both so full of something that there's no room left for composure. "With this ring," I say, "I thee wed." The metal slides into place.

(Please read this note before reading this chapter. Thankisses.) *NOTE: A ring of eternity isn't just a possession. It's a ring that binds two people in a marriage. It's a ring that can never be removed, unless one's finger is chopped off. It's a ring that can alternatively be removed when one significant other dies.*

Abrar The ring glistened on my palm, the moonlight making it shine brighter. It was so strange that I had buried all my hopes in this ring and it was still shining more than my hopes. I had drawn the design of this ring so neatly, putting the first letters of our names, spiraling as sharp as I could so that those two letters could define us and our bond which would be hard to break. But alas! The foundation of our relationship was weak and no matter how sharply I designed this ring, it would never make a difference.

My mom didn’t even know she bought a magic ring! “If a woman walked up to you and said ‘I saw you in a vision and this happened so I made this ring to help you’ would you take it?” Luna Laura asked in a skeptical voice “Fair enough” I said quietly Flipping the pages she found the page with my ring on it. Written in script was hard to read but it looked like it said, ‘the one who will be chased by many but will only know heartbreak till the time is right’ Below it was a necklace that looked just like my ring but on a chain.