Ring Of Gold Novels & Stories

She had just — finally, and for the first time — arrived. The Windsor chair stood in the corner of the living room of a house they bought together — not forty acres and a glass tower, but something smaller, with a real garden and south-facing windows. Her mother came to dinner once a month and complained about the drive and ate everything on her plate. On the mantle was a small bottle, found in the workshop when they packed his things. Ghost. She kept it for the reminder: that what looks stripped and pale and lost is sometimes just waiting. That things come back to themselves. That old and tended and cared-for is not the same as broken.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

He sat very close to me and eventually opened the box. The golden ring was extraordinarily breathtaking. It was made of solid gold, with a delicate filigree design that looked like lace. The center of the ring was set with a brilliant diamond, which sparkled and shimmered in the light. The ring was so finely crafted that it seemed to glow with its inner light. It was a work of art, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder as I kept looking at it. It was like a piece of the sun, given physical form. "Be mine forever even though we were bound to forever" he says with a mix of cockiness but his scared self was also obvious.

Resting on a bed of blood-red velvet was a ring. It wasn't a diamond or a typical piece of jewelry you’d find at the mall. It was made of heavy, pure gold that caught the dim hallway light. She picked it up, feeling the surprising weight of it in her palm. As she examined it more closely, she saw the detail. Engraved into the face of the gold was a wolf’s head. It was skillful and sharp, the lines so fine she could see the suggestion of fur and the ferocity in the eyes. It looked ancient and modern all at once.

“The woman wants really simple and classic settings and materials – platinum with inlaid slim bands of gold – but she wants things etched inside the rings.” “What kinds of things?” he asked her, intrigued.

Instead, there was a single, long dais carved from a single piece of white quartz. And there, resting on a velvet cushion that had resisted the touch of time, were two rings. They weren't made of gold or silver. One was carved from a dark, iridescent stone that shimmered like a wolf’s fur in the moonlight—the Ring of the Wolf. The other was forged from a metal that seemed to trap liquid fire within its bands—the Ring of the Dragon. As we approached, the rings didn't just sit there; they vibrated, singing a low note that resonated with the marks on our necks.

(Sharon Jackson) Since she wanted to take a look, I fished out my ring for her to see and put it on the table, these ring are not the Dimensional Storage ring one, it’s just a normal ring that were previously and enchanted accessories that capable of releasing a tier 2 magic [Healing Light] it, just a golden ring that were shape like a hundreds little vines intertwine with each other and there’s a high quality and the shiniest diamond with a round cut and it’s actually a 12 carat one. The elegance and the intricate beautiful design of the ring immediately drew the attentions of everybody in the room.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

Aubrey said confidently. “This girl,” Grandma said as she pulled the chair. “I swear you will be the end of everyone if it happens that the ring had landed into the wrong hands.” Aubrey glared at her grandmother, “Which wrong hands' grandma? According to moon goddess rules, that ring can only be owned by three people, the chosen ones and that is us; I and Angelo, you or any other person from Diana's hunters generation. We are the only exciting members of Diana's hunters generation and here, Angelo is the chosen one. So what I mean if the ring is among the three of us, it can't get lost.”

I said, snapping the bone clean. Silence again. Longer this time. I could almost hear their brains clicking. Hazel blinked twice. Rhea made a sound like a mushroom dropped into boiling water. “Sorry?” Hazel said. “Come again?” Rhea at the same time. I lifted my left hand, this time not to check my nails. The ring was cool around my finger, the bedside lamp catching on its small surface. Not a diamond monster, just a slim band of white gold with a stone that wasn’t shy but didn’t scream either.