Skyrim Werewolf Rings Novels & Stories

I didn't mention it either, partly because before I wasn't sure if I could stay with the Alpha King forever, and partly because I didn't know werewolf customs regarding marriage. “Be my wife!” Alpha King grabbed my hand and knelt on the ground with one knee. His hand held a ring. The ring was very simple, with no stones and no motifs. It was simply a white ring, and looked like it was made of silver. I was quite surprised because Alpha King proposed to me with that ring, normally he gave me the most gorgeous jewelry, but today he gave me a very ordinary ring. Perhaps this ring had some special meaning. Not long ago, Alpha King's attitude was very normal, but when he returned, he was very dif

He swallowed hard past the lump in his throat and then finally managed to get his mouth to move. “I only wanted to know whether there was going to be an exchange of rings at the ceremony,” Ryan muttered, sounding dazed. “It was just a question. She told me you guys don’t do rings. I didn’t say I wanted…” He trailed off, still staring at the ring on his finger. “We shift all the time. So we don’t usually bother with such precious jewelry.” Jeremy explained. “Truth is werewolves…especially males, are not comfortable with any kind of jewelry since we never bother with them. But she insisted I get you one because you wanted it so...”

“I figured you’d stay away for good soon.” I stop in my tracks. No way I am letting her see me like I’m afraid of her. “What do you want, Selene?” She chuckles, a mocking sound. “Games? Oh, honey, this isn’t something serious. This is reality. And in reality, I’m married to Alaric now. That’s right, married. As in, bound by vows, by the pack’s traditions, by everything that matters in our world.” She holds up her left hand, wiggling her fingers so the ring catches the fading light. It’s a massive thing, a gold band embedded with a rare moonstone that glows faintly, like it’s alive with werewolf magic.

We look at the scroll first. The Healing Gem origins appear to be Wiccan. Why would werewolves have any connection to witch covens? The text refers to it repeatedly as the gift. It dates back several centuries. It has the capability of healing the human and wolf physical halves as well as the “whole soul.” “Your family Betas were cryptic, but so is all this.” I say to Bella. She doesn’t look up from her book, “Yeah, tell me about it. This here talks about silver being a counteractive measure.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to look at them! Gather around girls, let’s look at the rings I had made for the boys!” Julia, Natalie, Kendra, Loren, and Emma, all gathered around as I opened the box. In the box there were 5 rings, all simple, yet elegant. It is not tradition for male wolves to wear rings, and I have no idea what vamps do, but I wanted to give my mates something. I chose rings. I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well.

I caught the pack, examining it. "These would give me away," I remarked, running my finger along the packaging. "My pack would smell the smoke on me. Not acceptable for a proper she-wolf." He retrieved the pack with a knowing look, tucking it back into his jacket. "Natalie Silverstone?" he asked, though it was clear he already knew the answer. I nodded slightly. "Interesting name," he commented. "In ancient wolf lore, silver stones were said to heal broken pack bonds." "And yours?" I countered.

One Month Later: "Do you, Rhiannon Stormborn, vow to protect this pack, to lead them not above your mate but beside him, and to honour the bond that binds wolf to wolf, mate to mate, soul to soul?" The Werewolf Seeress stood in front of a kneeling Rhiannon, dressed in white from head to toe and holding a crown that matched Elijah's obsidian, moonstone crown that was currently on his head. Rhiannon's voice did not waver as she accepted with all sincerity and love, "I do. With my blood, my storm, my heart, I vow,"

he pointed. “Silver?” My brows furrowed. “I thought this is like kryptonite to you? Your weakness?” “That’s shit, Serena,” he grumbled. “Don’t believe in anything mainstream media says.” “Oh,” I chuckled, “my bad then, but really, these are so beautiful! I thought werewolf and lycan mates don’t use rings to symbolize their union?” “Yes, you’re correct, but I told you, remember? I’ll replace the first ring I gave you,” he answered, looking super proud of himself.

Micah’s lips thin at his words. When he responds, his voice has taken a hard edge. However, I don’t hear what he says because something catches my eye, making my entire body freeze. My limbs get cold and I feel like I cannot breathe. My eyes are glued to the ring Rowena’s father wears. It has an emblem of a howling wolf with small red rubies for eyes. I have the urge to rush at him and take it away from him but I cross my arms to control it. Shakily, I turn towards Micah.

" I impatiently shook her off and caught a glimpse of the ring on her finger. My heart sank. How did Ravyn have Mother's ring she'd left for me before her death? That ring was made from rare beast bones and the unique metal of the werewolf pack. It carried Mother's hopes and blessings for me. I treasured it deeply and kept it safe in my room. I gripped Ravyn's hand tightly and tried to remove the ring for a close look. But Ravyn suddenly clutched her hand and cried out, "What are you doing, Ms. Fangar! This was a gift from Harken! Why are you trying to take it!"