Samara Morgan From The Ring Novels & Stories

She was wearing the moonstone diamond ring I had always dreamed of—the symbol of a Luna's status. Her caption read: 【Eight months of waiting, and it's finally mine. Thank you, my Alpha.】 Eight months. While I was running myself ragged across the territory for our sickly pups, he spent eight months hand-crafting a ring for another woman! The next afternoon, dragging my aching body through the garden, I overheard the pups talking behind the hedges. "Why is Mommy back? Now Kierra won't take us to the Holy Lake to see the lights. I wish she'd stay away forever."

Seeing the stubborn yet desolate look in my eyes, he finally released me. I wiped away my useless tears and turned to leave. But after just a few steps, I heard Ella's wounded voice call out. "Wait. Give me the ring on your finger." I stopped in my tracks, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the ring on my finger. This was a Hartley family heirloom Lance gave me after I took that knife for him. Back then, I lay in the ER, covered in blood. Even the doctors said there was no hope for me. Lance pushed past everyone into the ER, fell to his knees in front of me, and cried out my name.

Samantha POV: - After answering a few more questions, I took my leave and went near my friends. "Sammy, you still haven't put the ringer in Alexander's finger." Jace said pointing at Alexander's finger. "Oh crap! Sorry baby." I gave a kiss to Alexander and put the ring in his finger, and he did the same. After that we got hugged by each and every one who was present there. Damon did not forget to record the whole thing. Everyone was happy for us, except for one person, who was faking her happiness, and I need to find out soon why?

Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel. “I see you have some skill for such a sweet little dolly you are” Morgana said her eyes flashing with murderous intent. “I can assure you… I’m no doll.” Amelia said as she danced around Morgana's wild swings, her movements as fluid as the sea around them. Her strikes were precise and calculated, each one a testament to her skill. Morgana, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of fury, her attacks relentless and chaotic.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” After hesitating for quite a while, much to Makayla’s annoyance, he finally spoke up. “Fine." He stretched out his veiny hand and showed the glimmering ring on his left. "Omnividence. It’s one of the rings formed from ‘the light’s’ energy. Gives the holder to ability to see. The ability to see everything". He looked back at his sister and saw the visible confusion mushed all over her face, so after taking a deep sigh, he began. "My ring is one of the four. It allows me to see stuff that has happened, is happening, and will happen. It also gives me ability to make other people see this, and twist their minds to conform to what I want them to see. Neat magic t

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."

On our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest.

Samson The grip Andricia has on my arm is making me work to keep myself calm. Even her name is the sexiest thing in the world. I notice the elder sitting next to my brothers as Andricia and I get to the ring. She lets go of my arm and steps into the white sand ring on the ground, cracking her neck and knuckles. Before I get a chance to step in, my father does. His face was still filled with anger. I hear all of my brothers stand quickly, and Andricia still hasn’t turned to see him there.

“My name is Afanasiia Kuznetsova. I am the Heeler, the serial killer you are looking for and I can give you the auction ring.” “Excuse me!!” shouted Samiul. “I said, I am the Heeler…” repeated Afanasiia. But Samiul stopped her midway, “I heard that. Why do I believe that you are telling me the truth? This could be a ploy of SMS.”

Roman Sawyer has his own ringtone, so I knew the moment my phone started ringing that it was him. I didn’t mean to startle Samara, but when you start snarling mid-kiss, there’s really no other response you can expect. I keep my eyes on Samara, needing her to ground me. She’s here. She's alive. She’s safe. He never found her either. “Sawyer,” I growl into the phone. Samara’s eyes are wide and she gently reaches out to touch me, reminding me that he doesn’t know that I know about his betrayal.