Sci-fi Rings Novels & Stories

he suggests. “Meanwhile let me tell you what else I found out about the rings.” I nod and he continues. “So the spy I sent yesterday followed them to a silver smelter, they are planning to mass produce the rings and sell them to the prince who will make an army of mind controlled supernaturals. That. Cannot. Happen.”

'' She asked with a doubtful voice. Lisa noticed the doubt from both her eyes and voice. She placed her right hand on the table and gestured for Naomi to look. Naomi did as gestured and noticed a plain and normal looking ring that was worn in her ring finger. Seeing how there wasn't anything special on it, she looked at LIsa again. "That's a spatial ring. With that, you can store things inside and it's much more convenient to use than carrying a bag around." Lisa explained. Naomi's eyes went wide as she stared again at the ring at her finger and at Lisa herself, her eyes filled with anticipation.

For our fifth anniversary, I planned to bid on a pink diamond ring. A young woman outbid me. I followed her outside to ask if she would consider selling it to me. She stood at the curb, showing the ring on her hand to the friend who had come with her. "I'm already tired of this one. "So my boyfriend told me to pick out something I liked for our first anniversary." I stopped. She would never part with an anniversary gift. Reese was busy handling the smuggling trade along the coast and could not come with me. He had only said he would not be home for dinner and told me to buy myself something nice to celebrate. When I heard her say her boyfriend had a candlelit dinner waiting for her, I smiled

Holding Vladimir's offered hand Esmeray slipped the ordinary-looking antique gold ring on his finger. It might appear to be a simple band of gold but in reality, the circular band could be folded out to be an astronomical sphere. The ring had ancient engravings on it that were only visible in sunlight. The ring had the ability to protect its owner from the sun. Which meant it will give Vladimir the ability to walk in the sun. She couldn't wait to surprise him in the morning.

"Oh. That explains why you keep having strange things popping out of nowhere.” “What?” “Ahhh, nothing,” groaned Austin. He remembered that only the olden ones have those space ring. They were quite rare. The rings have magic abilities that allows the carrier to store whatever he or she wants. It’s quite an amazing artifact. He looked at Agatha and was surprised she had one. He was happy that such valuable gift was still lingering around. “Umm, are you okay?” asked Agatha, tilting her head at him. He nodded his head as he looked at the tent. He asked, “You put this thing in your space ring?”

His strikes were strong but wild, emotion bleeding through every motion. “You cannot win,” I said as I caught his wrist and wrenched it aside. “This ends now.” He laughed—a broken sound. “Not yet.” With a violent motion, he ripped away his white monk’s robe. My breath caught. Ten mana rings gleamed on his fingers, ancient bands humming with volatile power, each one flaring erratically as if struggling to contain what surged through it. But my eyes were drawn not to his hands—rather to his arms. Encircling his left and right forearms were two massive rings, thicker than any I had ever seen. Their inscriptions were inverted, carved backward into the metal itself. Reverse rings.

He took a ring off his pinky finger and offered it to her. The ring was silver with a piece of shaped amber where a gemstone would normally lie. The amber had a twist of holly sealed inside and a rune engraved into the back of the facet. It has a dense core of wind energy stored inside of it -- enough to take out the plane and everyone in it, and Richard was wearing at least seven more rings. "I can offer you artifacts." She examined the ring. Even though she couldn't use druidic magic, she could feel the power within it.

Left on the outside yearning to be included. Ari's hand covered my own. "You are not alone, garinion. You have bonded, you have mated. You create the base of your inner circle. They are simply out of arm's reach. Simply call out and they will come to you." I looked at her. Her pure blue eyes watched me steadily. She nodded. "Star Mistresses are always set apart. Had you grown up anywhere but that wretched Valley, you would know your worth. Know that you are wanted. That your men struggle as you do to stay away."

“Let’s get one.” “What?” She pulled him to the store before he could protest. She glanced through all the rings. There were several types of rings on display: birthstone rings, thumb rings, mood rings, pinky rings, signet rings, and many others. “What ring would you like to get?” A worker approached her. Sofia glanced at her. “Can I get a birthstone ring?” “Sure ma’am.” The worker picked them up and placed them on the table next to them. “These are all the types we have; which one would you love?”

“You are unfazed by madness.” “Madness is fine,” I said. “It’s paperwork I can’t handle.” --- He sighed — an elegant, centuries-old exhale. “The Solaris Ring was forged in my reign. Sunlight captured in blood. It allowed me to endure the day for brief hours.” “So,” I summarized, “vampire SPF jewelry.” He looked offended. “It was a relic of kingship.” “Uh-huh,” I said. “Where’d you last see it?” He hesitated. “Two hundred years ago.”