Samara Rings Novels & Stories

she replied back pat. “Were you a scout ?” I asked suspiciously. “Never,” she breathed out. “Awesome,” I sighed. Girls. Pfft. “So what do you think, Samantha would like which ring ?” I asked as I showed her three different images of three rings from my phone and that’s when the girl who could “stay as emotionless as still water,” beat even a freaking waterfall in excitement. “Oh my God ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! Are you going to propose her for marriage ?” she squealed, which could be barely called as a normal human sound, let alone a whisper that she had promised, as she jumped on her toes to reach the sky.

Was his smile doing something to her? That day started the relationship of Afanasiia and Samiul. They would meet in cheap hotels or Samiul’s car so that no one could spot them. At every meeting, Afanasiia would give him the location and information about every truck that was transferring the products. Samiul would raid it and free the people. The auction ring started to suffer.

Samara POV ‘They’re closing in on us Mara.’ Samara Smith took a moment to glance behind her at the five wolves gaining on her before she responded to her wolf. ‘I’m going as fast as I can Rieka. We just need to make it around that ridge up ahead and then we will be on sacred ground and safe from attack by those wolves.’

“You’re welcome?” I ignored that. My hands were trembling — from hunger, from awe, from something else I refused to name. Centuries ago, the Solaris Ring had been forged from a promise: sunlight captured in blood, a king’s defiance made tangible. It was meant to answer only to me. Now it answered to her. --- “She shouldn’t have been able to touch it,” I said. “Yeah, well, it touched me first,” Samantha said. “Without consent, by the way.”

Amelia told Cilia to wait inside the car, as she walked towards Samara’s small stone house. She knocked on the wooden door, and Samara opened the door with a greeting smile. She whistled as she saw Amelia’s dress. Amelia smiled as she walked inside. “Here is the charm, darling.” Samara handed Amelia a silver locket. It had a strange engraving on the front. “Add it in your chain, and your mate won’t scent you.” ___

At the hollow’s center, a ring of jagged obsidian stones stood, their surfaces etched with glowing, amber runes that pulsed like a heartbeat, the air within the ring shimmering with a cold, suffocating haze, a crimson shard hovering at its core, its surface carved with spiraling runes, its hum a low, menacing thrum, the Crimsonborn stirring, their magic a frozen veil of blood and shadow, the hollow a crucible where the pack would face their newest foe, the air heavy with the weight of ancient magic, the wind howling, the obsidian stones trembling, the Crimsonborn’s whispers a death knell, the legacy of their fight a heartbeat in the frozen silence, the promise of peace a fragile thread in th

I was about to put it in my mouth when I almost had a heart attack at the way Samantha screamed, scaring the crap out of me. I turned to look at her and found her focused on my hand—more precisely, the ring on my finger. Her mouth was opened wide, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. My gaze shifted to Sarah, who had a motherly smile on her face when she stared at my ring finger. "Oh, my God! Is that what I think it is?" Samantha exclaimed, her hands clapping to her mouth in shock. "Yes, it is." I laughed when she squealed getting down from her stool, her food long forgotten.

Charlotte was bending down while playing, and Samantha inadvertently saw the diamond ring hanging around Charlotte’s neck from the corner of her eye. Samantha’s eyes lit up. She coaxed Charlotte while reaching to fish out the diamond ring from Charlotte’s neck. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze in place when she saw the ring. Ronald noticed her expression, and he asked in curiosity. “What is wrong?” “This diamond ring was the one I put on the baby,” Samantha said slowly. “Really?” Ronald smacked his hand on his thigh with delight written all over his face. “They say good things happen when you least expect them to. Don’t worry. I will ask someone to find out the truth about this diamon

Thane asked. "It's a symbol of our clan. So this ring is very important. I'm the only one left of my kind." Thane frowned. "What do you mean? You're a Terran, right?" The girl smiled, but before she could answer him, she vanished. "Time is up. You need to return." Samara warned them. A shady air surrounded them, and when he looked around, they were in the tower. Elisia looked at Thane. His face was in disbelief because even though his mate was unable to answer him, it was clear that she wasn't a Terran and that she might be alive.

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.