The Devil's Ring Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I put my maid's uniform on, my hand went to my neck to adjust my necklace with its two rings---only to find my throat bare. No! The Devil had my rings!

His hard body was touching me everywhere in this position, successfully rendering me disoriented for a moment. "I do, but I think I might find something interesting inside this room. Something that explains why you've sold your soul to the devil." I spoke, hating how hoarse my voice had become. And why was I clenching my thighs so tightly? "Ironic, isn't it? When judging by the ring on your finger, you're the one who has sold her soul to the devil." This time, Dice pushed aside the strands of hair from the side of my face he spoke against. I fisted my palms, then managed to turn to him.

I expected him to summon his savage beast(s) out from his recluse ring, but he didn't seem to be ready to satisfy my curiosity but only looked away after this. Looking down into my palms, where the recluse ring sat in wait, I quickly sealed the ring-to-master contract by placing a soul imprint on it with a droplet of my blood. ‘Sha-sha!’ The call of the woods echoed in my head. I immediately extended my spiritual concentration into the ring and what I saw almost made my eyes pop out. Inside the recluse ring was a world on its own. There was a field the size of a football field inside! Can you fricking imagine that?!

“Don’t you do anything bad to her to punish me. Please… I beg you… you can do anything to me but leave Angel out of it.” I cried and clenched my fists tightly. “Please… please leave my baby out of it.” He finally looked at me—not exactly at me, more like at my finger. “What the heck is on your finger, and where is the ring I gave you?” I froze. “What?” I slowly stared at the ring on my finger. It wasn’t my wedding ring I could remember him asking me to pull it off, he must have put this my finger while I was sleep. John the devil!

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

The ring's surface was cold to the touch, yet within that chill lay an immense reservoir of power and wisdom, as if it could peer into my innermost thoughts and reach the very depths of my soul. Maria explained that when the Soul Lock Ring is activated, its runes will light up swiftly, emitting a dazzling blue glow. These runes, as if imbued with life, will begin to move slowly around the ring, creating a revolving halo of light that traps all evil within. The imprisoned spirit will experience immense pain and terror, as the ring doesn't just bind the body, but also incarcerates the soul itself.

Felini, a kind older gentleman who was the store's owner as he informed me while I browsed. “Of course!” He immediately took out a key to unlock the display and took out the ring. It was even more magnificent up close. It was a wide, rectangular gold ring with a large green emerald. It had tiny diamonds on each side of the emerald and even some going down along the band. Mr. Felini told me a bit more about the ring and its price. My eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. It was pricey but it was such a unique ring.

Then what did you exactly mean Angela? I think that I am soon going to become mad. But this is actually not my fault. This is Mr. Jerkhead's fault. He is invading my privacy and is making me feel strange and weird sensations. Angela, you should stay away from this man! This man is not good. He is a devil, who will definitely make your life a complete hell! Suddenly my eyes went on a very precious and beautiful ring. It was just perfect for a devil like him. It was somewhat similar to that of mine and had a beautiful big royal blue diamond in its centre.

Michael eyed Wilbur coldly. "You're asking for death." "Do you really think you've got the world in the palm of your hand just because of one stupid ring? " Wilbur mocked. The playful expression on his face infuriated Michael, who roared, "You foolish imbecile. The Ring of Fire is a divine weapon that has been blessed by the Holy Illuminati Lord. It contains divine flames from the heavens that will torch you low lives to ashes!" "Is that so? I'd really like to see that," Wilbur smiled lazily.

"We dissolve it. You walk away with half his fortune and your freedom." She opened the box. The ring glinted under the kitchen lights. "Why do I feel like I'm signing another deal with a devil?" she asked. "Because you are," I said. "But this devil is on your side." She looked at me then. Her hazel eyes were sharp, intelligent. She wasn't the scared girl in the alley anymore; she was calculating. "Okay," she said. She took the ring out. It was too big for her finger, but she slid it on anyway. It spun loosely.