Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

He was only left with one more step. Monica dropped the glass of champagne gently on the glass table in front of her, stealing a glance at Sly, whose face was still buried in the magazine. As soon as Marina returned with the rings, Monica realized her mistake. The rings were perfectly crafted with gold platinum and red diamond. Even Sly's was lined with red diamonds. The three rings were a matching piece. One that was carefully designed for a loving couple.

Dante moved toward me instinctively, and I pulled away before he could reach me, needing the distance to hold onto what remained of my composure. I found Marco within the hour, the description still vivid enough to recite exactly. "I need you to search for anyone connected to a ring matching this description. Silver, an engraved symbol, likely tied to an older alliance." He looked skeptical at first. "That's not much to work with." "It's what I have." He pulled up archived photographs, cross-referencing decades of De Luca records, and slowly, something began to take shape. Several older images showed powerful men from various syndicates wearing rings of similar design.

“It’s way above your prices but it’s only because of one of them.” “One of them?” Olivia repeats, confused, until it all makes sense when Asher spreads the photos of a pair of rings. “Ooh, they’re gorgeous.” “The fully gold one barely costs $70, it’s the diamond one that amps up the prices to over $900,” Asher explains, as though Olivia could not read the prices herself and more importantly the details of the rings that the mob boss doesn’t seem to have noticed. “What are you getting at?”

"I may have just the thing you need." He searches for something momentarily, then brings out a black velvet display case with three rings attached. "The first ring shoots out a precise laser that can mutilate any target. The second ring, transforms into a small knife. The third ring is very similar to the second one, however the tip of the blade is laced with a powerful paralytic. Temporarily paralyzing any attackers after contact." "The last one is exactly what I'm looking for." "Great it comes in a bunch of different designs. It's available with a simple stud, or a rose, or a star."

She had taken the oath and the ritual would be over once her father gave her the ring Every Capo wore since the establishment of Cosa Nostra. The ring which passed from her great-grandfather to her grandfather and from him to her father and now the ring was going to illuminate her thumb. But before that Aria needed to warn all these soldiers in a way they had not been warned before. Aaron pulled out the ring from his pocket as it was made for Aria's size. He stepped forward and took Aria's bloodied hand in his. His eyes went to the tattoo on her wrist. Aria's eyes went to it again, her heart once again felt a pinching sensation, her heartbeat raced in her chest.

I deserved it after being with a mate, Adriel over there who made life a living hell for me, coupled with my sister. Upon closer examination of the ring, all three stones were identical and matched perfectly. They were light blue princess cut diamonds and the ring was white gold. I held out my hand waiting for Vincenzo to step on the ring. There was a long silence before I realized I hadn't said yes yet and the trills exchanged worried looks on their knees. I sniffed "Yes," I managed to say. The triplets burst into smiles. Vincenzo slipped me the ring. It shone.

"But you are the present." He releases my hand and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a ring. It isn't a diamond. It is a heavy, gold signet ring with the Vitale crest carved into onyx. It is a man’s ring. It is the ring his father wore. "This doesn't fit me anymore," Aureliano says softly. "It belongs to the one who saved the house." He takes my right hand. He slides the heavy gold ring onto my index finger. It is loose, heavy, warm from his pocket.

"If you're going to do this, I want you to wear this." I furrow my brow, confused. "Why would a kidnapped girl wear such an expensive ring?" "A symbol of power?" Wolfgang suggests, closing the distance between us. However, he puts the ring on the ring finger of my right hand. "This should be enough." I raise an eyebrow and look at him suspiciously. "Will a ring protect me if you're not there?" He shrugs and hugs me. "If you're going to do this, do it my way, please." ***

Harlan prompts. "I vow to offer my vulnerability," I say, my voice ringing clear. "And to demand your respect. I vow to share my darkness and my light. I vow to be bound with you, eternally." Harlan nods. "The rings." Lena steps forward, holding a cushion. These aren't just metal. They are smart-rings, black titanium with a vein of glowing blue light running through the center. Alex slides mine onto my finger. I slide his onto his.

He did. She strolled in wearing his shirt, latched onto his arm. Tugged him toward the door, all giggles and clingy hands. He let her. Even held her steady like she was something precious. Vera's eyes dropped to Gina's hand. That ring—black obsidian, loaded with power. The kind that let you boss around everyone under Carlo. It was meant for the Don's wife. He never gave it to Vera. But he gave it to Gina. No wonder Gina burned down the orphanage on Quaranta turf in her last life—and walked.