Rings Of Power Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Some stared at Lobo with horror, finally stronger than fear. Lobo’s hand tightened around the ring. The cracked band screamed. Not like metal. Like a living thing suddenly disgusted by the palm holding it. Niall’s blackened eyes widened. The red thread between him and Lobo twisted violently, burning Lobo’s wrist until he cursed and tried to force the ring down. “What are you doing?” Lobo snarled at the ring, as if stolen power owed him loyalty because he had bled for it. The ring pulsed once.

"They gave up their power for their lovers." I thought of Julian, and a bitter feeling rose in my heart. "You will not make the same mistake." Damien turned to me. "Because you met me." "What do you mean?" "I would never ask you to give up anything for me." He pulled a ring from his coat. "On the contrary, I will give you more." It was a black ring, set with a deep red gem. "The Ring of Evernight," I recognized the legendary artifact. "Half the power of the Empire." He offered it to me. "Wear it, and you will be the Queen of the Evernight Empire."

My heart doubled its beat, and the rhythm was uneven, unstable, dangerous. The ring felt it. The whole platform flinched. I bared my teeth. Good, I growled. Be afraid. My fingers, now half-claw, curled around the flaming edge of the ring, and I pulled. The light screamed. It literally screamed. The ring twisted in my hands, fighting, trying to burn through my bones. My skin peeled back. My veins glowed. The thing inside me howled, wanting to be free, wanting to take over. But I held it back with sheer force, with rage, with the memory of Selene whispering my name when she thought she was dying.

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

“Listen well, Alexei. I am not your enemy in this. You think to use this Cham to break chains? Fool. If such a ring exists, it does not belong to orphans and dreamers. It belongs to men like me. Men who can wield it. Control it, and amplify it.” He turned, eyes blazing. “You want freedom? Then give me the Cham. Help me claim it, and I will make you more than free—I will make you untouchable.” Alexei’s breath just skipped. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Lucien—interested, almost desperate. The man who claimed he needed nothing but his own will was now admitting hunger for the ring. And in that hunger, Alexei glimpsed a rare crack in Lucien’s armor. “Why?” Alexei asked. “You alre

~Valentina~ I stared at the ring in my palm. Cold. Heavy. Not because of the metal, but because of everything it had come to symbolize. Love and ownership. Power and punishment. A gilded cage disguised as a vow. Alessandro thought this was still about control. He thought if he dangled the ring in front of me, the ghost of the bride I used to be would come crawling back. But that girl died the night he chose power over partnership.

More than that, she’d said something that set him off. “The fucking Council!” He yelled. “Who are The Council really? A bunch of faceless bastards that rule the Werewolves from the shadows. I am king! Everyday I grow stronger! And yet I must conform to rules created by men that are lesser than me?!” He was corrupted by power, she realised. The dark magic in that ring was feeding on his greed, feeding it until it consumed him entirely. “Power.” He breathed, closing in on her. “Whoever holds the power makes the rules, The Council shall bow before me, and I shall take their heads. With you by my side, I shall rule both the human and the Werewolf kingdoms.”

Leo smirked, "And what do you gain from this? Why should I trust you? Audrey met his gaze unwaveringly, "I had to travel a long while before I found your sanctuary. I have heard so much about you, so much I know our goals align. The power of the ring can grant us both what we desire most. Together, we can reshape this world to our liking, ruling over it with an iron fist." A spark of interest lit up Leo's eyes as he thought about Audrey's suggestion. He was someone who never missed a chance, always willing to take careful risks to gain more power. Could Audrey be the one who holds the key to unlocking the greatest power he sought?

Their parents cheered as Matthew slipped the ring on Ambrose's finger. "Wait, oh shit," Matthew muttered under his breath when he realized that Ambrose was still wearing his old engagement ring and wedding ring. "Let me get that off real quick." Ambrose couldn't help but chuckle as Matthew fumbled with the rings on his finger before putting on the new ring onto his finger. "It's beautiful, Matt. Thank you," Ambrose said, tears pooling in his eyes. "You don't have to say thank you, baby." "I know, but I want to."

I stare at the ring in my finger. And this ring, this damn ring which has become a real germ for all the poisonous illnesses, would be my exquisite pearl. I had worn it with adoration, with love. My life would have been so simple that way. Closing my eyes, I repress my thoughts. If I had a power to put curse on someone, I would have used it against Ben. I wish I had never fallen for Ben. I ignore the pounding music and noises of people's chattering in the background, don't know when sleep overpowers me.