Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

were there for him and he was not with the silver ring with which he can use to control the men, without the ring he has no power over this men. He clenched his fist tightly ready for anything. "See you in hell brother!" Jake gestured at Mark and then left, now left with Mark, Richarlison and Diana who in a way was shivering and also the seven men who barged into the room all holding battle axe and half-foot long machetes. Sheer menace radiated off Richarlison and his bones popped audibly, snorting he dropped into a fighting stance. He had sworn on Mark's father's head to protect his son with all his life. "I laud your guts!" Steven said to Richarlison. "Don't you have courtesy for t

’ Just then, the door opened and seven men and three women rushed in. Six of them were dressed in black and silver leather, silver stakes and swords adorning their bodies. Each of them have a little symbol on their chest, similar in fact to Alfred’s get up, but unlike Alfred’s, theirs denoted their rank in the guild. Their leader, a frail looking specimen with brown hair and dark eyes, had a wing with three jaguar paws underneath it. My eyes flitted away from him immediately. If they hadn’t butchered my Sven, he would have become captain. This little tramp was occupying my beloved’s position.

“As I am sure you understand. The officer wasn't done. He was flustered, and a flustered predator was dangerous. His gaze swept over Anton and landed on the titanium signet ring on his right hand—a family heirloom, a stylized 'R' encased in a shield. “The ring, sir.” “It doesn’t come off,” Anton said flatly. “I must insist.”

It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most. They’re wearing pale-blue jeans with ripped knees and a plain black men’s buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, tucked into their jeans. Their cropped bright-red leather biker jacket covered in colourful patches makes Celine a little jealous, she wants one now. There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here.

“It’s just a ring.” Just a ring? My throat tightens. Kendall shifts in their grip, a small sound of pain escaping her when the knife presses a little deeper. “Don’t—” she chokes out, eyes locking on mine. “Don’t listen to them.” “Shut up,” the other guy holding her snaps, then covers her mouth with his free hand. “Hand over the ring,” the leader coerces. “No,” I say, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “I’ll transfer the money. I’ll write a check. But you’re not touching this ring.”

Meanwhile, the masked guys down there, of course, thought that the pretentious girl looked down on her enemies. Someone, who was standing in the front row, took two steps forward. He looked like the leader of this Voltum organization. His clothes were a little different compared to the others; they were both all white, except for the addition of a kind of short skirt on the pants and an unusual-looking buckle belt. The buckle was crystal clear, looked as fragile as glass, as if it could shatter at the slightest touch. It was a small rectangle, with an eagle-like carving in the center.

I gestured for the meeting to continue but refused to sit in another chair, instead I confidently strode to the very front and placed my hands on the table in a dominating pose. As I stood, light fell on me, illuminating how good I looked and lit up the Alpha’s pin on my chest. I let everyone look at it, reminding them, without saying a word, of my position as their true Luna, the only true heir and leader of this pack. Meanwhile, my outfit had its desired reaction from Jack. His eyes were scanning up and down my body with obvious lust in them. He knew I looked good and it made him both furious and turned on.

Suddenly, he understood. "No!" he roared, lunging at Julian. "I don't accept this! I am the Don! I order you to attack him!" He turned to his own men, screaming. "Fire! Kill him! That's an order!" But no one moved. Julian slowly raised his right hand. The sun glinted off a ring on his finger. It was a black ring, carved with an ancient, intricate crest. I recognized it. The symbol of the Capo di tutti i capi—the boss of all bosses.

Ukferin, a rich and fertile land due to the Neli river that encompass the mid-east region. * "Look into the next table, my son." Cicillia whispered once more this time softer than the last, while still remaining eye contact with her son. At first no one stood out until, a tall man with a large build. He wears black leather trousers with a small side chain, and an open black shirt with nothing but a pendant underneath. In the "no jacket" version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray.

I sighed at the bed I was trying to put together and left it to go find whatever Jason had found. He was holding up a ring, and I drew my brows at the sight. "a ring?" I questioned, and he held it out toward me. "it has an insignia at the top. Take a look." It did have an insignia at the front, of a wolf wearing a crown, and that didn't look like rogue practice to me. "This… looks like royalty." "I thought the same thing," Jason said, watching me. "why would they have this?" "except maybe it isn't only the Rogues who have been here," Jason said, and a light smile formed on his lips.