Red Kryptonite Ring Smallville Novels & Stories

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

Gradually, the fire solidified into an object. A small velvet box. He extended it toward her. “A gift.” Her whole body tensed up completely and went rigid, she didn't reach for it. “I don’t want it,” she said fiercely. His smile never faltered as he responded. “You didn’t want the necklace either, yet you wore it. You often resist what is meant to transform you.” The box opened on its own, revealing a ring nestled in black silk. It was silver with sharp edges, and its jewel pulsed with a faint red light like a heartbeat.

None of it was real…but it was fun to pretend. My eyes trailed over his body, and that was when I noticed the ring on his right hand. On his middle finger was a skull made of diamonds. It was gray, the color of fossilized bone, so the diamonds were vibrant and noticeable. It was a peculiar ring. I remembered the back of his business card and the image of the skull in the center. The fact that he had guards watching his place at all times didn’t bode well. The only kind of men that did that were criminals. “That’s an interesting ring.”

I teased him and he stuck his tongue out at me. "I'm going to go find the doctor and see if I can take you home now, I'll be back, lover boy," he said softly and pecked my forehead before rushing excitedly out of the room. I squeezed my hand and felt something on my finger. I lifted my left hand to see a shiny golden ring. I pulled it off to look closer at it and noticed an engraving inside. My Death, My Life, My Forever Love. My eyes started to water and the tears streamed down my cheeks. That is what I get for falling in love. I chuckled and wiped my tears and blew my nose. I slid the ring back on to my finger and marvelled at the citrine stone surrounded by diamonds that sparkled under th

Uninterested. “Beautiful amulet,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush the back of my neck. It sent a chill through me—one I wasn’t expecting. Not fear. Something… else. Before I could reply, he stretched his left hand forward, revealing a dark silver ring on his middle finger. A single deep-red gem sat in its center, like a quiet heartbeat. “Mine was forged from the same stone,” he said. “Daylight-resistant. Old magic.”

If he said no, the System would terminate her. Slowly, Julian removed his hand from her chin. He reached into the pocket of his trousers. "You are a terrifyingly intelligent woman, Chloe," he murmured. "You calculate every variable. You see the board ten moves ahead." He pulled a small, black velvet box from his pocket. "But you made one critical miscalculation." He flipped the box open. Nestled in the dark velvet was a diamond the size of a quail's egg, cut in a flawless, brutal square and set on a band of pure, blackened titanium. It was a ring that screamed wealth, violence, and absolute possession.

He hands it to me, and I turn it over in the palm of my hand. It’s a necklace. A tiny moonstone rests in the center of a bronze full moon no bigger than the tip of my thumb. And on the back, the letter S is inscribed beside the letter G. I feel sick to my stomach as I slide the necklace into the chest pocket of my coat. This is confirmation enough. Mission completed. Ryan’s phone rings. He blows out his breath and lets it go to voicemail. “Who was that?”

At this rate, Seven would die of a heart attack before I riddle his body with these sweet little bullets! "I'm gonna kill you!" he roared. I shook my head. "Not going to happen." With that, I pulled the trigger again, sending a bullet into Seven's skull. He groaned and held his head while staggering backward. Blood gushed out like a small waterfall. It was then my eyes fell on the ring on his left middle finger. The black gemstone on it glowed red and yellow. My pupils dilated. That was it! I had thought I would spend some time looking for that ring, but it turns out Seven wore it everywhere he went.

Jada jerked her fingers back, shocked by his familiarity with her. “I have a gift for you, Jada,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box. He opened it to reveal a stunning white sapphire circle flanked by four marquee diamonds in a white gold setting like vines. She stared at the ring with awe, but then pushed it gently away. “You don’t have to do this, Mr. DeRoya,” she said, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap that were now feeling damp.

No, it’s in the crack in the wall. I pull the familiar rock out of the way, and there sits the little gold ring in a pool of my blood, a soft glow emitting from it. I can’t help but reach for it. It feels like sunshine, like pure happiness. The moment I touch it, I feel like a weight has been lifted, my soul washed. My self-doubt and pity draining away, leaving just the light. A spark of life, of strength. I close my hand around it, gripping it tight. I can do this. I won’t let Chad take who I am from me. I killed him. He was the victim. I open my hand and find nothing but darkness. The glow is gone. It takes all my willpower to put the ring back in its place in the wall.