The Ring Death Novels & Stories

That's why I sat down and meditated. A few hours later I went again to where Death and I first met, here under the Black water, I saw Death approaching me so I met him. "Death how can I release my Ring of Hold?" I asked Death. "You just need to give me a drop of blood on my forehead and draw a circle, I have the power to give Ancient Enchanments to that circle and it will become your Ring of Hold" Death said. That's why I bit my index finger to make it bleed.

But still. I peeled off the black glove covering my right hand. The stench hit first. Then the sight. Rotten again. My middle finger, where the Alpha King ring sat, had turned black and cracked. The skin was peeling back, the flesh decaying like roadkill left in the sun. My jaw clenched. That damned ring still refused to recognize me. Reagan’s ring. I yanked it off and slammed it on the table beside me. Zarah didn’t need an invitation. She knelt, her hands hovering over mine, already whispering her useless little incantations. Heat bloomed in my skin. The pain dulled. The rot healed.

The moment that would connect my mother’s death to the people I had long suspected. The technician nodded and carefully lifted the ring. I watched every motion—the care, the precision. The delicate rose-shaped petals of the ring shimmered in the dim light, each gemstone catching a raindrop like fire. Even now, even with everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but admire its beauty. But beauty had been used as a weapon, and I wasn’t blind to it anymore. Nico’s hand brushed mine as he leaned closer. “Whatever happens,” he murmured, “we handle it together.”

I refused to believe that my brother was dead, even if the logical part of my brain kept whispering that the chances of finding him alive were slim to none. “Alpha Andei! Over here!” I turned toward the voice. One of the Bloodmoon warriors was crouched near the base of a massive oak tree.My heart lurched as I jogged over and dropped to a crouch beside him, ignoring the pop in my aging knees. There, half-buried in the soil and dead leaves, was a ring. Not just any ring. Damon’s wedding ring.

"I want the ledger closed." I looked at the ring. If I threw it, someone would find it. If I buried it, the Vane-blood in the soil would scream its location to the next seeker. As long as this piece of metal existed, the cycle stayed in motion. The breeding. The killing. The rebirth. I put the ring in my mouth. "Mommy?" I didn't answer. I swallowed. The gold scraped against my esophagus. It was a hard, mechanical lump that forced me to gag. I fought the reflex. I pushed it down until I felt it hit the pit of my stomach. Cold. Heavy. Final.

She didn’t need to. Alessio gritted his teeth so hard she thought he might bite blood. “He’s not dead,” he said. “Yet.” She believed him. Because if Don Salvatore Moretti had been killed, they wouldn’t have sent the ring. They would’ve sent pieces. Fingers. Teeth. The ring was bait. A message. A reminder that nothing was untouchable.

Her body moulded to a pillar of sand before she disintegrated like dust carried away by the flow of winds. Suddenly, the ring on his finger unveiled itself. The ring which Raphael gave to John in the early days of Azazel. As Raphael said, --"it shall be until the last days of this era until the ring shall be seen to your eyes and all eyes!" Monsters By Ruelle plays into the scene following and playing along John's actions. He slit his blade through the sheaths of his scabbard before turning over to the last card of puzzle. Scene instantly changed by the sound of the chorus from the song. It was seen, it wasn't Abaddon, it wasn't any place other than earth. A man in a pure white garment, bino

' As the intrusive thought crossed Igor's mind the black band on his ring finger seared burning his skin which made him whiz. The ring had never burned before~ His gaze sought the ring he wore and to his surprise, its transparent crystal's color had changed. It was now identical to Esmeray's eyes~ The ring wasn't ordinary, it served a purpose. The ring was an artifact Igor had received from the Dragons after completing his mark. It held the mystic power to foretell a person's upcoming demise. Whenever the ring came in contact with someone who was about to die or whose time was near its crystal changed color to that person's orbs only if the death would be brutal or a selfless sacrifice.

“Don’t do this to us!” I stepped backwards. Away from him. One step. Then two. And three. I threw the ring to the ground. The diamond clattered against the sand and I thought to myself, such a small sound for something that was supposed to mean forever. Such a quiet death for something that had consumed us both.

The ones that mark you as part of his inner circle. My hand balls around the ring, my fist clenching so tight the metal digs into my palm. My eyes twitch. Cole sent someone wearing his ring. Someone from his inner circle. Someone he trusted. To kill me.