The Ring Death Novels & Stories

I finally fulfilled my promise to Sven but he was long gone now and I was the one who ended up needing the magical ring to walk during the day. Too bad Alkys, the witch that had made my special ring had to forfeit her life for it. It was nothing personal, but I couldn't let her live. This ring can't be removed from my hand by any means -not even with magic- nor the magic that shielded me from daylight be destroyed by any witch except of course Alkys which was the exact reason why she had to die. "Sire." Lilya announced unnecessarily. "Yes Lilya?" I asked when she remained silent and waiting.

"I am dead. I am literally a dead wolf walking." Vanessa knelt beside me, her hand resting on my knee. Her touch was unusually soft. "I don't want to twist the knife, Maddie," she started quietly, "but in this city? If a high-blood found a ring like that, they aren't giving it back. They're using it as leverage. You aren't getting it back." As much as I wanted to snarl at her, I knew she was right. The ring was gone. Unless the Moon Mother herself intervened, I was finished.

"There was a note with it. The note said she died because of the Volkovs." The gym got very quiet and very still. "That ring was in the apartment," I said. "When it happened." "Yes," Ace said. "It was. Which means they have had it this whole time or they found records of it being recovered and they reconstructed it or they have someone who kept it all these years." I turned away from him and walked to the far side of the gym. I stood there with my hand against the wall and thought about that night in the apartment, the specific image of that ring sitting on a table beside something else that I had never been able to fully shake from my memory.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

His fingers brushed my cheek, leaving streaks of red. “He’s gone,” he murmured. “It’s over.” But I knew better. The way Luca had smiled before he died—the promise in his eyes—told me this wasn’t the end. And when I looked down at the floor, I saw it: a small metal ring clutched in his lifeless hand. The insignia wasn’t his. It belonged to someone else. A deeper circle. A hidden one. A storm much bigger than us was coming. And this time, there might be no one left to bury the dead.

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

I look to the hidden spot in the wall where my ring once was, reaching for it on my finger instinctively. When the light disappeared, was that the ring bonding to me? What does that even mean? Is it mine now? What if all it needs is the blood of some supernatural creature? I have that. How does that werewolf vampire dick even know anything about a fae ring? He probably doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. I know his type. Always handed everything. Always think they know everything. My head starts to throb as I think back to the night I tried to die.

I teased him and he stuck his tongue out at me. "I'm going to go find the doctor and see if I can take you home now, I'll be back, lover boy," he said softly and pecked my forehead before rushing excitedly out of the room. I squeezed my hand and felt something on my finger. I lifted my left hand to see a shiny golden ring. I pulled it off to look closer at it and noticed an engraving inside. My Death, My Life, My Forever Love. My eyes started to water and the tears streamed down my cheeks. That is what I get for falling in love. I chuckled and wiped my tears and blew my nose. I slid the ring back on to my finger and marvelled at the citrine stone surrounded by diamonds that sparkled under th

I yelled at her. "Awwn." She fawned falsely and stared at me with a pitiful look before making a "tsk" sound. The kantras black magic ring was a powerful ring that takes the life of anyone that comes in contact with it, except of course its owner. When hit with the ring, it drains life out of an human. It reduces the person's breathing pace and also dry up the blood that runs in the veins. "She should be dead by now cause her other half is with us. Properly tortured by us." She boasted.