The Ring Death Novels & Stories

The black metal crawled up her finger like roots, threading under her skin. Her pulse raced. Her breath came in shallow gasps. The ring whispered against her bones, a voice soft and cold. Bound by blood. Freed only by death or rebirth. Her scream echoed through the apartment, swallowed by the night. The ring tightens around her finger, alive, pulsing with her heartbeat, as the faint sound of Jessica’s laughter echoes from nowhere and everywhere at once..

This doesn't make any sense. How could this be possible, I saw him die, unless... I look at his hands and sure as day. There sits my engagement ring. That's not Cornelius. That's just a demon in Cornelius's body. Oh shit. It actually worked. I knew losing that ring was going to come back and bite me in the butt. Note to self, buy sheaths with zippers next time. I need to tell Jason, he needs to know. In my shocked state last night I forgot to mention that the rings don't possess magic, they have demons within them. The rally ends and the crowd disperses.

Sean said glancing at Tala, but she only swallowed. "I have met her, in fact I quite admire her, I'm here to settle her score with you" Sean laughed "You can't, unfortunately" Ray took the ring off and the three vampires with Sean including Tala suddenly felt the truth, his dark aura almost dimmed the lights making them buzz quickly then brighten again. "This ring comes from my dead body" Ray said pocketing it. One other vampire charged Ray but he effortlessly grabbed him by the neck and twisted the ash out of him "Tell your minions this is between me and you... I doubt you're afraid right?"

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

“Remember, if you fail to find your way back to each other, no matter what the circumstances, you will die a true death and no wolf will ever be allowed to reject a mate ever again.” “True death?” Clay whispered in confusion but it was already too late. A ring of light began to circle in front of the Goddess, growing bigger each second. “Foolish children…let’s see how true your love for each other really is.” Before any of us could comprehend what was happening, the ring of light flew at us with blinding speed, and even though Clay tried to shield me with his body, both of us flew back towards the wall and slammed into it with momentous force.

But for the first time, Autumn was thrilled she wished she never cried when Ivan did this in her past life and she now waited for everything to fade to black or whatever happens when your life flash before your eyes. 30 secs passed, a minute pass and then two minutes of complete silence envelope the room. Autumn was confused, did it take this long to die? She turns her back at Ivan but he grabbed on to her wrists pulling her towards him frame. He presses his lips against her earlobe and whispers; "If you truly meant what you said take off your ring." He mocked her faintly. Autumn wore her ring religiously, she has never taken it off since the day they were bounded in holy matrimony, she even

“Oh yes, they really used the forces of nature too freely, just like you - the only movement of the hand and no effort. And what came of it? They have decided that they are the masters of our world! The war with the First still carries its echoes throughout our world. Witches. Ha. “By the way, what is that ring on your finger?” - the old man nodded at the white stone in the light of the fire in a thin gold frame on Matzher's hand, sparkling in the fire. – Somewhere I have seen similar stones, only a very long time ago. And the symbols, too, are similar, but different,” Riston pretended to think. “Ah yes, your ring has the same aura as the rings of the First Ones. When they died, the white st

“What?” “His race,” she utters, holding up the ring. “This ring is centuries old, and it might even be older. Yet it is powered by Callista's soul. Souls can never be destroyed after the death of the mortal body. Either they stay in the afterlife, or they are reincarnated. Coupling that information with the story of the first stealer...” she drawls off as she stops walking. She stares at the ring as though it has the answers. “So?” I encourage her. What is she trying to say? What kind of a connection could she see between this ring and the story of the first stealer, Lucienne?

"Tell us,do you use your ring to attract men? Why do men die after putting your name on their bodies?Mika asked. We were all curious. "I am have a gift of making men do what I want, the ring is only a distraction. I tell all the sick men that it has magic on it,they believe it and somehow are fascinated by it. It has a plastic casing,inside an led light to give off a glowing effect.Pretty cool hey! The tattooed is my way of sending out a message. The ink I use to make the tatoo has poison in it. That is how they die! "Well done!" Mika said sarcastically.

I only hope the ring she made for me will work, and I didn’t get Linden’s hopes up for nothing. “I told you I’ve done things I’m not proud of,” Sebastian ran his fingers up my mark, “but sometimes the good outweighs the actions it takes to get there. This was one of those things." Rian’s earthy scent was starting to wrap around me, grounding me in a calm way as he silently supported us through this conversation. “Not long after Jasper’s mate was killed, I commissioned a few of the best thieves to steal their rings. I made sure that all of us were gathered when the rings were taken, playing the part as if mine were taken as well, and forgoing the use of mine for a few years to be safe. They