Witch King's Ring Novels & Stories

he says. The rogue king was a low life fuck no doubt. He hardly shows his face because he would be dead the minute the public gets to see him, and I am not the least surprised he is in support of all this. This explained their use of magic, he had connections with the witches and many other supernatural beings. I drive my dagger into his ring finger, separating it from his hands and his loud cry fills the room again. “I’m going to have your balls next,” I sneered, shifting the position of my dagger to below his waist.

"And I'm sure you've never met me before. But today, I'd be needing your help. Not just any help, but a help that'd be saving an entire Kingdom - the Kingdom of Gada" Richard's brows knitted. Now, he was finding this more interesting. He ran a quick thought. "Don't you think you should have a seat, princess? I have some really good wine" he offered. "Oh! Please, that isn't necessary - at least, not for now". She paused and sighed. "It's about my brother - the King" she continued. "He was hit with a poisonous arrow and is currently down and at the brink of death. "We've tried all we could - brought the best physicians to work on him, but none of them could save him. The poison is so deadly an

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

But Silas didn't give them room to protest. He reached into his pocket and drew out a small, heavy velvet box. When he snapped it open, a collective gasp rippled through the nearest tier of high born wolves. Resting on the silk cushion was the Ironclaw Sovereign Crest Ring, a massive, solid band of midnight black obsidian, intricately carved with the roaring visage of the pack's ancestral wolf. Embedded into the center of the stone was a raw, uncut silver-nitrate diamond that caught the crimson moonbeams filtering through the narrow wall slits, gleaming like a drop of fresh blood. It was the ultimate symbol of the King's ownership. To wear it meant you were bound to the throne, protected by

“Maybe,” Matthew echoed. He gave a small nod, almost to himself. “It was quite a stunning ring. Envy of all the women. Still is.” He paused, a distant look flickering over his face. “It’s said to be of immeasurable value because of the gems—and the love of the king for the queen. But… when she was found out to be a witch, and it was believed she had charmed the king… he took the ring back. Banished her. Stripped her of her titles, her name. She was never seen again.”

"Do you swear to protect the secrets and uphold the interests of the dragon clan and govern alongside the Red Dragon King?" "I do." Ms. Moretti nodded and took a box from an attendant. Inside the box was a necklace. The chain was made of rose gold, and the pendant was a deep crimson dragon crystal. "This is the queen's token and the counterpart to the king's ring. Once you put it on, the entire dragon clan will recognize you as their Queen." Ms. Moretti placed the necklace around my neck. The dragon crystal rested against my chest, warm as if a tiny heart was beating inside it.

Marcus opened it, revealing the signet ring that carries all the power of a Don. "Uriah King, my nephew, my successor, I have watched you since you were a little boy. I witnessed all your struggles. I witnessed how you turned your weakness to your strength. I was more than proud when you had your first kill. I was proud to see the leader you have now become." Marcus slipped the ring around my point finger. A thick ring made out of 24k gold. The band was created by the blood of our enemies, and the tiger killing a snake in the middle was created by the flesh of the traitors.

“Come off it Dahlia. You know why we’re here.’’ I had informed her of my visit and explained the…epiphany that Kira had the minute she touched me. I know, however I do not understand. Do you have my ring?’’ Shit! I forgot all about that. There’s no way I would be able to get the ring from Ambrose. Between my duties as King, the supposed war between the werewolves, Sebastian’s death and the training of my guards for battle, I have been preoccupied. Zander and I started training the royal guards a few days ago. I don’t have to do it, but as their king and their leader, I figured it would make a good impression if I were present. Also, I was keen on teaching them battle techniques that even Zan

A small silver object with beautiful intricate carvings decorated it. "This is a ring as a sign that you are my queen. Hmm, a kind of sign, and all the palace residents will recognize you. You are the owner of this ring, the Queen. That's you, Sarah." Nash handed me the ring by opening the box. I was very surprised and didn't expect Nash to look this serious. "You really think I'm worthy of being your queen?" I asked, wanting to confirm his seriousness. Because I know that even after Ruby was pregnant with his child, Ruby was never made queen by Nash.

Silver, etched with runes she didn't recognize. "What—" "A Binder’s ring," he said simply. "Just as the one I wear is known to belong to the king. This was meant for the Binder of the court. I’ve kept it hoping to one day give it to its owner, not that I expect this will be how I will. But since you’ll be handing the other to your father, you’ll need a new ring.” “What does it do?” “I don’t know. I want you wearing it." "Vaelen—"