Rings Of Power Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her hands glow with soft, smoky light that curls like incense. People kneel. Not because she forces them. Because they’re desperate to place their fear somewhere that has a name. “My doctrine is simple,” she says, voice carrying like a sermon. “Desire is power. Power without rules is hunger. Hunger destroys.” Murmurs ripple. She lifts her hands. The smoky light spirals upward, shaping itself into a symbol above her: a ring split into three arcs, the middle arc blackened. It looks… almost like an Axis mark, but altered.

“I need your help to show Alpha Harold just how dangerous she is. Noreen is not what she seems. “ I continued.. “I saw it with my own eyes, on her finger. She claims it was given to her, but I know better. She’s nothing more than a thief, Father. I fear she has bewitched him somehow.” He frowned, leaning back in his chair thoughtfully. “And you think she’s using this ring to manipulate him?” “Yes,” I replied earnestly. “It’s the only explanation. How else could an Omega gain such power over an Alpha like Harold?”

"An explanation? Obviously, he brought it upon himself." Little Apple sneered. "I planned to leave you to my beloved slave for a few days, but now it seems that there is no need. No matter how good the first place in the martial leaderboard is, it is nothing. After all, you are just a genius who hasn’t grown up." The feminine man sneered. He unfolded a folding fan in his hand, and several steel nails lined up in a row, instantly attacking Little Apple.

(This story is solely written by Victor Olusa) "Five years ago, after the fight against Sorex before you asked me out. I remembered reading something about Druid hills ring in my grand mother's book, which I stole then before I left for prison. The ring restores the powers of a druid once worn, something like a Green Lantern ring. I really loved Zeus and wanted to give him the ring. Since I noticed he didn't have the power of a druid which he was meant to inherit from Raja but didn't. So I journeyed to the hills and eventually got the powerful ring, but it came with a price.

Even after seeing me, he didn’t speak anything. He kept looking around as if he was searching for something. He got up in a flash and before I could realize what he was doing he had returned with Alex in his iron-grip. His guffaws resonated in the room as he showed me his hand. I gasped with shock as I saw the Alexart ring on his index finger. " Looking greedily at the Alexart locket around Alex's neck he said, "Once I have this Alexart too, I would become the most powerful creature in the world. I would become invincible...."

The way it cleared the air around me and made it impossibly easy to breathe. “Not here, A stór,” he whispered back as I put my hand back behind him, toying with the ring on my finger, “when he comes out to play, you won't be leaving my side.” A whimpery moan escaped my lips at the thought. I’ve never been able to be controlled by someone my whole life. No one can even come close to the level of power I have to even try, and giving someone my submission has never crossed my mind… before Rian that is. His whole body ripples power everywhere he goes without even trying, like he would burn the whole world to ash without even breaking a sweat, and the world would fall to my feet because as much a

"Can you do anything to change the circumstances, just look at you. You're not going to do anything. Four years and the OA power has been growing, climbing stronger. Everything you did in the simulation if in reality would have worked, despite it feeling so real. But it isn't the reality we live in, the whole world has fallen to our power. Everyone now answers to us." "You're a liar!" But, it was true he had no reason to lie to me. That meant everything coming out of his mouth was either a well thought out facade or the stone cold truth. This time, I didn't want to choose the latter. "But where did you get the ring, if Isaiah has been in there ever since-"

A shadow of ruthlessness wrapped in silk. And yet… he was her fire. Her ruin. Her salvation. Amara stepped closer, closing the distance until their bodies brushed. She touched the ring, her fingers lingering on the cold metal, and whispered, “I don’t know if I can stop wanting the power, Dante. But I do know I can’t live without you.” His breath hitched, his mask cracking. Slowly, she slid the ring onto her finger. But even as she did, a shadow passed through her mind—a truth she couldn’t deny. Power had taken root in her, and it would never truly let her go.

The power within the ring would wane tonight. Ned devoured the last of her flesh and drank from Kathy's untouched glass of mulberry juice. "The mother ring does control the child ring, but the latter must remain within two steps of its bound person. Otherwise, its power fades."

A weapon to be wielded. He looked down at his hand. The two rings side by side. The simple, curved wedding band—a vow of the heart. And now the intricately engraved strong signet of his legacy—a vow to the world. One a vow of love, one a vow of power. They were now one and the same. His love of Joe was the foundation of his power, and his power was the shield that would protect their love. A chill ran through him, a mix of terror and awe. This was it. The final transformation. The stubborn protégé vanished. The tortured lover receded into the background. In his place stood the heir. The husband. The replacement.