The Ring Death Novels & Stories

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.

' 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.

One sentence, One impossible sentence engraved inside the ring. Welcome back, Elara Hale.

“Don’t think I’m bounded to you by the stupid ring on my finger, I am not obligated to let you manipulate me and probably kill me and my daughter. It’s till death do us part Grey….” “So just know that I would be the death of you!”

“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.

he coughed and spat out blood “…that ring isn’t yours. It was never yours.” Her lips quivered as she spoke. “But…if I don’t…you’ll die.” Vincent’s voice cracked with fury. “I’d rather die than watch you wear it.” The ghost let out a laugh that echoed through the ruined city. “Ah, listen to him…so noble, yet so pathetic. He says he’d rather die, but he forgets…death is not the end. Not for him, not for you, not for me.” The ring shone even brighter, burning in Camela’s vision. Her scar throbbed painfully, urging her on. She wobbled on her feet, holding her chest tight.

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.