Ring Of The God Novels & Stories

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

The power of the moonstone hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt a surge of power rush into my core, igniting my own flame. The wall that I had built up to hold my Goddess’ side unexpectedly grew stronger at that moment, as the fire within my own being grew. With the fire of my Goddess’ side ablaze, along with the fire that was now burning deep within what felt like my soul, I didn’t know if I had taken this too far, as I let out a cry of pain. It felt at that moment like I was going to combust and I clinched my fist trying to hold onto the progress I had made holding my Goddess’ side back.

"Ramona, do you know this ring?" Ramona looked at Emory. "I know more than a little about this ring, Luna," she replied in a significant tone. "This is the Aegis Solis Ring, the Guardian's Ring, and there is only one of it in the world. It is an extremely precious ring." "A guardian ring?" Emory asked, her confusion obvious. Her eyebrows furrowed. "What does that mean, Ramona?"

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

Every detail—the timing, the terrain, the coordinated strategy—pointed to one undeniable truth: this was no random act of violence. Sylvester sat at the head of the table, his broad shoulders tense and his gaze fixed on the map spread before him. The table was cluttered with evidence retrieved from the ambush site: broken blades, marked arrows, a bloodstained map, and, most disturbingly, the silver ring etched with the emblem of the Silverclaw Order. The sight of the ring sent a shiver through Rayka. It was a symbol of an enemy long thought defeated—a ghost from their past that refused to be laid to rest. She reached out, her fingers brushing over the intricate design of the serpent coiled u

"We'll never see each other again. And congratulations on the wedding." I knew that wasn't enough to kill his doubts, so I turned my hand around and showed him the wedding ring. "And I'm married. I love my husband very much." The look on Christopher's face changed faster than I could say another word. He grabbed my hand. "What? When did this happen?" Rachel chuckled and spoke with a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Next time you try to lie, make sure you clean up anything that might ruin it. You've gone through a lot of husbands these past few years."

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

“You may verify it inside. I took the box and opened it. The moment my eyes fell on the inner band, my fingers began to tremble. The ring nearly slipped from my grasp. The words “Planette Moore” were engraved. The inscription mocked me. This diamond ring was entirely different from the one in my previous life. It meant Lucius had rushed this custom-made for Planette.

I curled around my stomach before anything else, one hand braced under me, breath trapped in my chest until the child moved faintly beneath my palm. Only then did I breathe again. Clara did not care that I was pregnant. She stepped onto my hand and bent over me, her fingers closing around the ring. “Thief,” she hissed. “Give it back.” “Get off me.” She pressed harder. The pain shot up my arm, but I kept my fingers clenched. The ring had been placed on my hand by my mate, before the frost garden, beneath the blessing of the Dragon Goddess. It was not something Clara Linwood had the right to touch.