Vampire Engagement Ring Novels & Stories

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you tired from work? Here, let me pour you a drink, and we can talk…" She reached out to touch his face, but he shoved her away with disgust. Just then, Dante noticed the ring on her right ring finger. It was Alessia's engagement ring, the one with her name engraved on the inside. The ring was special. It had supposedly belonged to a couple who were deeply in love; the husband had donated it after his wife's death, hoping it would bring another couple the same profound love. Dante had paid five million dollars for it at auction because he believed it symbolized true, undying love.

Simone I fluffed my pillow, looking forward to my head hitting it. I’d come down from my earlier high and needed to recharge. I climbed into bed with a loud sigh and tucked my arms beneath my pillow. I slipped my left hand from underneath it and stared at my engagement ring. I couldn’t help it. Besides Nori, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was a 10-carat oval brilliant diamond nestled in 18k white gold with smaller diamonds wrapped around the band. Initially, I had an aversion to the pricey engagement ring, but it felt right once Anthony slipped it on my finger.

My forearm pins him by the throat as my fangs rip through my gums. “Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you,” I snarl, voice distorted by the partial shift. “He’s a vampire hybrid?!” Vane’s growl is pure fury. Before any of them can move, one of the guys behind him shoves forward and grabs me. I don’t fight him, I stay locked on Kai, fangs fully extended. “She’s my fucking fiancée,” Kai spits, eyes blazing with possessive anger. He reaches out and yanks a thin silver chain from around Raine’s neck, holding it up. A mating ring, intricate, ancient-looking, clearly symbolic, dangles from his fingers.

I asked, blinking. He nodded at it. “Open it.” I did. Inside was a stunning engagement ring, oval cut diamond, thin platinum band, elegant and tasteful. “For the media,” he said. “We’ll announce our engagement tomorrow.” I stared at the ring for a long time. Then I slid it on. It fit perfectly.

Then he slipped an engagement ring into my finger. A warm smile broke into my lips looking at the beautiful stone in the ring. It's a unique gem. Alexandrite gem is a color changing gem. When it's daytime it's emerald and when it's night time it will turn ruby. I was surprised that he gave me such a precious ring as our engagement ring when the marriage was fake. The wedding ceremony was next week. I informed Dad that we got our marriage certificate today. He was over the moon.

“Sylvia Moonriver, would you make me the luckiest man alive and become my wife?” Azrael opened the ring box to reveal a simple, elegant silver band with a deep indigo blue sapphire – Moonriver’s colours. It was beautiful, thoughtful, and clever – a subtle sign of the agreed - upon fact that our engagement wouldn’t take my future leadership role over my pack away from me. But none of that was in my head right now. Right now, I was all heart, and it was trying to beat out of my chest. Tears poured down my face as, for just a moment, I let myself pretend that all of this was real.

"He'll leave. He'll leave me again." His eyes spotted the bite mark on her shoulder that hadn't healed. That mark was all he needed to know the truth. Orion had indeed started the mating ritual and Caramia never understood the significance. That mark was a vampire's an engagement ring. Most of the time, the mark wouldn't be uncompleted, but this was special circumstances and he was glad that Orion hadn't pushed it. "You still have a lot to learn about vampire affairs," he told her gently, noticing the exhaustion showing on her face and body. "You should rest. All you need to do is rest right now."

My voice was a croak, barely above a whisper. He turned his head slightly, just enough for me to catch the wicked, predatory glint in his eye, a hint of something dark and dangerous that sent a shiver down my spine. “To choose your engagement ring.” I flinched inwardly, a visceral recoil. The very word "engagement" made bile rise in my throat, bitter and sharp. A ring. A symbol of love and commitment, twisted into a tangible chain of ownership. “I don’t need—” I started, attempting to protest, to cling to some semblance of my own will.

“Sadly, I had to take care of something that is very important, and I am sorry that I’ve been gone that long. I missed you every day that I was gone, and I do have some good news that I need to talk to you later about. For now, I have a gift for you, my angel.” He hands me a small velvet box, and as I open to find a beautiful ring in it. The ring was white gold that remind me of the infinity symbol looping around to a band, four gold roses with a small diamond in each of them, and the top there was a one carrot Blue Topaz that was my birthstone. Why does this look like an engagement ring? I looked at him wanting to ask him what the ring means, but he came over to hug me. “We’ll talk about th

I watched, heart pounding, as he lifted the blood-soaked cord from my neck. A braided obsidian rope with a small crimson gemstone pendant. I had spent weeks making it for him. Braiding the cord by hand, choosing the stone, having our bonding vow engraved inside the setting in letters so tiny only vampire eyes could read them. "It's obsidian," I had told him, pressing it into his hands. "In the old stories, it wards off curses. I want you to be safe." He had looked at it for a long moment. I thought I saw something warm in his crimson eyes.