Queen Of The Ring Novels & Stories

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."

I greeted with a bow of my head. She didn’t glance at me. “Have you done as I asked you to?” “Yes, my queen. I have delivered both items. The bracelet I just gave her today.” She gave a low hum. But she didn’t immediately send me out, which made me think she had more to say. “My queen, if I may ask…what does the bracelet do?” She turned to me. Behind her glasses, her eyes glowed a subtle silver. Enough for me to see it. And also enough for me to see the resemblance between her and Ryker, he had the slope of her nose, and her beautiful mouth.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

Everyone thought I was deeply in love with Erik Pendragon, including Erik himself. Because of that, he had no qualms about hurting me again and again, forgetting that we were only bound by a contract. Once the contract ended, I would be free. Clara Beech leaned into Erik's arms. As if showing off, she lifted her hand to brush back her hair, revealing the ring that marked her identity as the Dragon Queen. Her eyes were full of a victor's pride and provocation.

The paper was dark, the ribbon tied with an elegance that felt like mockery. Bianca stood, her fingers brushing the surface before she took it from him. It was heavier than she expected. She sat at the edge of the chaise, untied the ribbon, lifted the lid and froze. Inside, resting on velvet, was a ring. Gold. Elegant. Timeless. And smeared with blood. A single note lay beneath it, the words written in bold, feminine script: “Only one queen stands.” The room felt colder, the air thinner. Bianca’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at the ring. She didn’t have to ask what it was; she had seen this ring once before, locked inside a display case in Matteo’s study.

“You’ll die.” “Then let me die beside you.” I pulled away. “No. I need you alive. This kingdom needs a King.” “It needs a Queen more.” That stopped me. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a ring. Plain, iron and engraved with runes. “It belonged to the first Wolf Queen. Before the curse.” I took it. Held it in my palm. It felt like fire. “You want to crown me now?” “No,” he said. “I want to follow you. Whether you sit a throne or burn it.”

BOOMMM. A powerful shockwave suddenly appeared in the Chen royal palace chamber. In the chamber where the queen and king were, the figure of a woman who had closed her eyes a few days ago suddenly opened her eyes. The woman's gaze became much colder, and her face was even more beautiful than before she opened her eyes. That woman was Queen Chen, Long Chen's adoptive mother, who had just successfully healed the wound on his Star Wheel. Queen Chen moved her hand towards a cabinet in the room, and when the cabinet opened, a small box floated out of it. The small box opened and revealed a white ring that possessed qi. The ring flew to Queen Chen's finger, and at that moment, the ring glowed slig

He held it out in the palm of his hand. "Take it," he commanded. Esmeralda stared at the ring. It felt like looking at a coiled snake. "I didn't come here for a ring. I came to stop the suffering." "This ring is the end of the suffering," the King snapped, a flash of his old power returning to his eyes. "Without this, you are just a girl with a sword. With this, you are the will of the people. You are the Queen. The soldiers will listen to you. The lords will bow to you. If you don't take it, someone like Demetrius will. Is that what you want?"