Ring Of The Fallen God Novels & Stories

Chapter 10:The arrival, he was like a Demi god from Greece. As the sun's final rays kissed the horizon, a gold private jet landed with grace, its tires whispering against the earth. At 7:30 pm, the aircraft came to a halt, and an expectant hush fell over the airport. A man emerged, surrounded by 10 guards who seemed to blend into the shadows. He stepped out into the fading light, and time itself seemed to pause. His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn.

Damon says My ears start ringing as they walk me out of the door, I can only see blurred colors and white light at this point, and my head feels too heavy for my neck to carry. I must drop my weight because a whispered ‘fuck’ followed by a growl brings me back to partial awareness, then I’m lifted by a pair of slender cold arms. I desperately cling to my consciousness as I teeter on the edge. But the ringing at least goes away so I can hear everything. “Give her to us now, and we’ll make your deaths quick,” I hear Seth snarl. Seth!

In the mere span of a dozen seconds, he had dug a manhole. Even if a deity were to descend into the manhole, they would not be able to overpower Fallen Mole. Logan's head sank underground in the blink of an eye. "Die!" Fallen Mole exclaimed in the manhole, barely concealing his excitement. Before Logan fell into the hole, Fallen Mole had put his custom-made ring blade in place. His ring blade was a hollow circle that could be constricted. The blade was now at the level of Logan's neck. If he pulled it tightly, he would be able to slit Logan's throat. Not even God could save him then…

Perfectly fitted. And exposed. Mathis ducked through the gap in the ring, to the side of me. Pulling the ring sideways to him. I realized that somehow the ring was entirely constructed on some kind of a ball axis which allowed it flow in every direction. I’d never seen such a thing. But as he pulled the ring toward him, I felt his already hardened erection pressing against the plumpness of one cheek. “Should I insert in your tail, sweet thing. Plant in deep?” He asked.

The soft glow of the moon filtered through the cracks in the stone walls, casting long shadows across the room where Aynur’s newly awakened form lay in silence. Kalias stood at the edge of the room, torn between a flood of conflicting emotions. She had promised to restore his crown, to make him whole again, and yet... something about the Goddess’s words haunted him.

I stretched my hands towards Audrey, and she reluctantly handed me the box that contained the ring. I took a deep breath, exhaled and slipped the ring on my finger. I closed my eyes and sent my aura into them. It was dark and vile, but it had enough energy to sense dark and vile magic. Evil could find evil quicker than good finding evil. I closed my eyes, and there he was on a throne of bones in a cave. He wasn't Apophis, he was Alex, and he felt trapped. He had a godly aura about him that was strange because it wasn't always there. The aura was of a god that had ascended, which meant it did not belong to an evil god, like Apophis. I saw feral wolves in their human form lying around. Some we

Halle staggered and fell to the ground. “No! It can’t be! It can’t be Andrius…” Halle refused to believe the blood belonged to Andrius. She shook her head in disbelief and muttered ceaselessly. “It’s the First War God!” Noir said in a heavy voice. He picked up something next to the area—an honorable ring that belonged to Conrad.

Into the tranquil ambiance, the silver ferns, Soulless Sonder, released another puff of swirl from the tips of their fronds, steadily increasing the fine networks of divine air floating around. This was where she lived. A place where she once thought everything was as perfect as it seemed to be... Until she was exposed to the harsh truth. She was just a whelp when she first learned about the existence of Ring of Mortality—a transcendent wheel enclosing an electrified azure energy ball, levitating above a luminous golden hemisphere. Her species feared the click of the metal bar centered at the core of the half-circle. They feared being summoned as the next dragon for the recurring mission.

Everyone knew what disaster would occur if it was related to the Forbidden Forest or more accurately called the Gorevmenos Forest. "How could such a powerful god seal be weakened? Was there a trigger that caused the seal to begin to lose its power?" asked Counselor William, representing the question almost everyone in the room was thinking. "The only thing that weakened the god seal was due to the forbidden bond or pact made by the descendant of the god with the Demon King Diavolos!" replied the King. "Bound? What do you mean by bond, Your Majesty?" asked the Commander of the Royal Guards, Erwin Jork.

*If only you could understand the terror Roosevelt truly is… the destruction he’s caused. Queen Selene began chanting ancient spells over the heart. Dark energy swirled around it until the organ slowly turned to ice, freezing solid in a beautiful yet terrifying crystalline form. She then instructed King Johnson, “Drip your blood onto it and repeat after me: *Rotlsve, drh crí tsm èn yst öt béä gin.*” King Johnson’s voice was steady as he repeated the incantation, his blood dripping onto the frozen heart. The drops moved as if alive, wrapping around the ice like liquid armor, forming a glowing shield that sealed the heart in layers of protective magic.