Novel & Cerita Witch King's Ring

The man had too many children who he saw as products, and if he wanted something, he would get straight to the point. Now, one of those products had malfunctioned by mating with not just any werewolf, but a witch as well. The thing he despised the most. The thing he warned me against. “Letting that girl walk around with a ring like that is humiliating, and you will take it back,” the king stated as if it was a fact. “You will tell everyone that you’ve changed your mind and—“ “I can’t do that,” I said, not letting him finish the sentence. “How do you think it will look if your son spits in the face of the Moon Goddess right after you arrive? One might say you discriminate against werewolves…t

Which demon would love another? "But that is the reason why we wear our partner rings on the right hand. The only one who wears a ring on their left hand is the betrothed of a king. Like a wedding ring. For some reason, that custom stayed." Ren added to Briva's story. He proudly showed me his ring. It was a big diamond ring and I didn't doubt it was real. It was a weird thing to me, being partnered to more than one. But I guess it worked for them, and all the other kings. "Don't you get stuck everywhere?" I asked him with a smile. "All the time. Would you like a diamond?" He asked me in a sinister tone. I smiled at him.

He reached for it, almost afraid it would vanish if he hesitated. It clicked open with a soft pop, revealing two rings nestled like twin secrets against deep indigo silk. One was unmistakably the legendary engagement ring of Queen Zenobia a perfect oval red diamond formed from the blood of the first dragon, embraced by twin dragons wrought in platinum, their tails intertwining to form the band. The other, simpler yet equally striking, was Prince Richard’s, a signet of the same red diamond encircled by the intertwined royal crests of Alynthia and Asterin.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, I will take notice of what you said." Mathias looked in utter confusion as he gaze at Morrigan who is still taking the stairs towards the king. She removed her ring and handed it to the king. Her smile is sweet yet intimidating. "Is this enough evidence for you to confirm my identity?" The king raised the ring towards the light and within it are the words written in Hymir's mother tongue. Only the genuine ring of a king has inscriptions intricately crafted on its insides. The king handed Morrigan the ring. "No need, Your Highness... With your uncanny resemblance to the late queen of Hymir no doubt you are the princess which Hymir had been looking f

The King looks in the direction of a weeping, sounding annoyed. I slowly at the King from the corner of my eye, my mouth completely dry and my hands feverishly shaking. The scars on the King’s face glitter in the low lighting making my stomach twist, so I focus on the silver, twisted ring on his ring finger. It looks almost like tree branches gripping his skin. “I-I left something here.” “What?” His empty grey eyes lock on me. “An earring.” A short grunt leaves his lips, “You risked your life for an earring?”

King Timodore said mysteriously. “I am quite intrigued my King, hmmm.” Dreckos eyed his good King inquisitively. “It is like this Dreckos. It is as if you are looking for a ring for the Queen, but actually, that ring is for her. So when she has already chosen one, you will buy it, then fall to your knees, offer her the ring and ask her to be your wife. Got me, buddy?” King Timodore stated in a commanding manner. Dreckos was astounded. He felt nervous actually. “What? What if she will choose a very expensive ring thinking that it is for the Queen? How am I going to pay for it? Goodness King, am I really your friend?” he hissed.

The necklace and ring were passed to the King when he began his reign going back farther than I care research. There was a king who had a human fated mate, and the necklace and ring were created so they could live in hell together. The ring siphoned the kings aura and fed it to his Queen so she would have some of the traits of a demon but mostly to protect her, it would help her heal and survive the heat as well as making her stronger so she could defend herself.

I should be an untouched Servant of the Goddess, and Mig, the Wolf King of Agreis, with a proud and beautiful cannis queen of pure blood. The last few days have changed everything. There is a war, prophecies, threats and secrets about us, among us. Will we survive this? It doesn't matter, I decide thoughtlessly while watching him so closely. If I die, I want to die close to him. Miguel makes a movement with his hands and I realize that he is taking off the ring he received when he became king of the wolves. A silver circle as thick as my index finger, with the seal of the Tarus—the blood moon—carved into a scarlet stone.

The priest opened it, took out two rings, and gave one to Xavier, who had a sad smile on his face as he looked at the ring. It reminded him of his father, it was his property, it is a seal that is inherited among the members of the royal family of werewolves, and holds the memories of all previous kings "Do I deserve to wear it?" Xavier asked to hear the voice of the werewolf Arcus * You are the only person who deserves this the most, and you know that very well.* Xavier grabbed him very hard "but I....." This time, his dragon's voice came sternly and furiously, no, not now, not at this moment, he would never allow him to destroy a moment they had waited for so many years.

Nothing could tame a man like the alpha king. He lifted his left hand and there was a ring on his middle finger that glowed red. She hadn’t noticed it since she stepped into the room. Her mind had been on something else. She wondered if it was what she was thinking. “It’s a restrain ring,” he said, confirming her suspicion. “My mother made it and gave it to me as a gift.”