The Ring Death Novels & Stories

"So all three of us could die in there." "All three of you could die in there." "Wonderful." He dragged his good hand down his face. "Love a plan with options." I looked around the ring... at the stones, at the flat center stone that had lit the whole moon when I touched it, at the slope behind us where the bones lay of people who never even got this far. Then at the two men who'd walked down into a valley that kills people, to stand in a circle that might kill all three of us, on the same night a frightened Alpha was coming to make sure it did.

My mate was going to fight at least 30 contenders for the Alpha title in the Ring of Dead and the Ring would not allow any warrior to get out of it till the time only one man was left standing. Yes. It was fight unto death. While my mate hugged my parents and excitedly chatted with them, I noticed that the pack warriors were adding Wolfsbane to a mixture ! “What the hell are they doing ?” I whispered while talking to Kris. Kris looked up at me and raised his brow questioningly. “The Wolfsbane ! They are adding it in the mixture there,” I pointed out.

it's time to agree with your mind and block the stupid things your heart keeps whispering. My gaze went to my hand, I took the ring off and stared at it, "I kept wearing it, even after I believed you were dead, I just couldn't.." I swallowed hard, "I couldn't take it off because to me, it was a reminder to always keep my promise, to never look at any woman the way I looked at you, I didn't allow myself, I didn't allow myself to move on," I lifted my face to her, a lump knotted my throat with unspent emotion, "You were dead, Cara, you were dead and I couldn't even look at any other girl...because I am a lot of things but I am not a cheater." The dimming in her eyes told me she understood exac

"Honey, werewolves transform at night. It’s normal that you don’t remember. I’ll watch over you from now on. I won’t let anyone discover your identity." I crouched there, my mind in chaos. If this were real… Did that mean I wasn’t human? Why did I have no memory of what happened at night? And why had I died four times, trapped in this endless loop? One question after another shattered everything I thought I knew about the world. If I weren’t human, that wasn’t scientific. But was this death loop scientific? My in-laws, now convinced, raised their voices again, pointing fingers. "What kind of spawn did your family give birth to?! Eating raw meat and drinking blood, and you still let her roam

Emilia opened the box. Inside, nestled in ash and silver thread, was a ring—no jewel, no elegance. Just a plain band made of bone and something darker, something redder than rust. It pulsed in her palm like a living thing. The Ring of Sorrow. It was said to sever the mate bond. But it didn’t break it like a sword. It bled it out. Not just the soul-string between two wolves—but the echo of them. To wear it, one must pay.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Carmen sitting on the couch, reading a book. Once she saw Evan, she held her arms open. Her voluptuous body was slightly visible beneath her sheer nightgown. Evan walked over to the couch and hugged her. He took a deep breath as he rested his head against her nape. "How did the autopsy go?" "The victim was a pitiful young woman. According to our preliminary findings, we suspect it's the work of an organ trafficking ring." Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could.

Howard’s expression softened, “If it had been me, I doubt I would’ve escaped this death trap.” He then turned to Lindsay and asked, “Miss Summer, is this the ring's true form now?” Lindsay nodded. “Yes. Someone tampered with it, intentionally concealing the streak of blood and the dark curse within. This ring was likely taken from an ancient tomb. After the owner’s death, someone deliberately soaked it in the deceased’s blood.

I could see flames of fire in his hazelnut-colored eyes waxing and waning. Alpha Zackery mentioned Azula Ruins to me when he gave me the ring. I touched the ring on my finger and said, "But King Czar the Great died thousands of years ago. His tomb was just a legend. Nobody has ever seen it in the past thousands of years."

"Thank you. I can't imagine my life without you." Rachel's punishment was announced soon after. She was sentenced to 20 years in prison for abetting and embezzlement. The sentences were carried out concurrently. Still, the assets she had embezzled could not be taken back, and Quinton Group went bust not too long after that. When the court's men went to take inventory, Christopher had taken his own life. Poison. Before he died, he broke his own hands, and the news made its way around the city without much effort.

He answered and took the ring from my hand. “Where did you get it from anyway? It's oddly familiar, I think I've seen it somewhere before.” I confessed and watched him put the ring in his chest pocket. “I don't think you've seen it though, this ring belongs to Reagan's mate that was killed by the rogues,” Amoux answered. Upon hearing his voice which was filled with grievances, I decided not to talk about the ring again. Amoux said the ring belongs to the mate of the Alpha King but I have never seen her before, so where did I see the ring then?