Time Ring Dragon Ball Super Novels & Stories

~Kezziah I’m frozen. Time seems to have that ability. To chill my blood and cool my skin. Every inch of me is suddenly fridged, the brittle atmosphere within the room wanting to step right out. Not that I have much of a choice in doing that. If Time want’s to speak to you, then he will. That’s how he branded me in the first place. He twists something on his finger as he stares at me. A ring. It’s golden - like his eyes - and adorned with brilliant glinting diamonds. Its lavish, pertaining to whatever has been filling his time with recently.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

He looks out the window for a bit, "I have something I want to give you." He pulls out a dark, almost black ring with a medium-sized red gemstone placed right in the center. He gently grabs my left hand, hesitating at his actions for a second, and slips it onto my ring finger. My heart begins to hammer against my chest at the smallest touch of his skin. Once I look down at the ring at a closer angle, the band of it is a dragon that hooks onto the gem from the left side, while its tail hooks onto the other side of the gem, creating the circle.

he told me after he was sure I calmed down. Damon sat beside me and got something from his pocket. Taking my hand, he gently slid a ring on my finger. It was made of silver, with a big bright red gem which seemed to burn. Like a wildfire was imprisoned inside it. I never saw something similar. The band had an intricate model, an ouroboros forming the upper side. Under it was the moon and stars and a small dragon. On the inside was written something but I didn't have the time to read. It was painfully familiar to me. Like it belonged to me yet not entirely, the feeling scratching at my mind.