The Ring Ghost Novels & Stories

She passed on a gold-coloured ring to me, then asked me to drop my blood droplet on it to claim possession. I quickly did as she said, and ‘weng!’ the storage ring vibrated in excitement, before slipping into my index finger in excitement. My consciousness went into the ring, and I saw a large space within. With this kind of space, I could always keep all my possessions with me around! My body trembled in excitement. I removed my consciousness from the ring and looked at the attendant with excitement written all over. She smiled back, warmly. Beast taming was actually worth all the stress! As expected of the number one occupation of the Phantom Dynasty!

I held the mother fucker ring in my hand and thought it must be the tricks from the fucking two reptile heads. "Are you fucking doing a trick on the ring?!" I roared. They covered their heads and exclaimed, "No, sir!" "I swear I didn't do it!" "We can't change the size of an object! That's not something that we can do!" "So why this fucking ring is getting larger and smaller by itself?!" I shouted. "It's a relic ring, sir. It's King Czar's ring." "It's made by a Gifted One and given to King Czar as a present when he was young."

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

The two blue-faced, fanged evil spirits guarding the city gate saw Carl descending and immediately bowed low, their ghostly eyes shining, backs hunched as they shouted: "Congratulations, Master, on achieving your wish!" Carl turned the ring on his finger, the silver ornament making a soft sound with his movements, like iron horses on the eaves shattering moonlight. As he walked down the steps, the evil spirits turned into blue smoke and dispersed. Only the city gate creaked open, revealing the winding streets inside. On both sides of the street were pavilions hung with lanterns, crimson curtains glowing under the ghostly fire, and through them, ghost cultivators could be seen drinking and ma

But enough to show something else. A ring. A silver ring. Decorated with a black raven. The room became silent. Because Antonio recognized it immediately. "Leon." Dante turned. "You know for sure?" Antonio nodded. Without hesitation. "That's his ring." A pause. "He never took it off." The evidence settled heavily across the room. Leon was alive. No longer a theory. No longer a possibility. A fact. The ghost existed. And he was moving. Gabriel suddenly received another message.

Any ghoul who comes into contact with the ring got split in half, spilling blood and organs. He started tossing the Atlas in every direction with the highest density of ghouls, chopping them mercilessly. Nonetheless, the discs continued to come at him like boomerangs. Creed's hands were moving faster than her eyes could blink. The rings soared through the air, severing anything they came into contact with. The heads and long tongues of the Ghouls began to fly quicker than Rain could blink. Blood and organs were slashed with each flash of azure spark, drenching the earth in gallons of blood.

Both Blake, Tabitha, and Tabby yelled. “Ha, ha, ha. I had to, and it was only the perfect opportunity.” Gerold burst out laughing. “You old fool. Could you get serious and tell us what the ring does beside’s looking beautiful?” Blake asked, annoyed by Gerold’s joke. “The ring is a catalyst for Tabby to enter the real world and not dissipate into nothing. She can come out of the ring for a limited time until she has to return to recharge her soul. This way, She can be with her sister, but that doesn’t stop you from practicing what I taught you the more vital your soul, the longer you can stay out of the ring.” Gerold explained after his laughter ended.

"I think we do, but first, when are you going to propose to me again? Your mother will keep hounding us until we give her answers, and you know it." "I know," he said as he reached up to feel the white-gold ring he wore around his neck. He had worn it ever since Renny died at Harvest Fellowship, sacrificed so that Vargas could possess Adrian Michaels' body. Before that, he kept it in his pocket as a reminder of their love even when she swore she no longer loved him. The ring was a token of the two of them and the key that kept Renny bound to him during her time as a ghost, pulling her from the Summerlands to be his once more.

Everyone was clearly confused and panicking. "That's what's happening." The man walked up to Autumn's ghost and picked up the ring, he examined every bit of it and turned to the ghost. "Georgie was released and he got her to summon a ghoul and If am correct which I know I am then I believe this ring doesnt belong to you does it?" The ghost before her sighed, his shoulders dropped and he cried. "Ok so I switched the ring with the one in your office so what."

It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory.