Witch King's Ring Novels & Stories

How he was the one who caused the fear in me, and was the one who could calm it. There was a brief, heavy pause. For a moment, I thought he wasn't going to say anything, until my left hand was suddenly grabbed roughly. The King lifted it into the air, his grip firm and unyielding. “Where’s your ring?” he demanded. My heart thudded violently. I had left it in the drawer, thinking it was only for the ceremony. “I-I thought I was only supposed to wear it after the mating ceremony,” I stammered. “So I kept it somewhere sa–”

She looked down at him—this dangerous, complicated man who knelt before her covered in their enemies' blood, offering her his mother's ring and his whole world. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes?" "Yes, I choose you. Yes, I'll rule beside you. Yes, I'll be your queen." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and it fit perfectly. Like it had been made for her. "Now get up," she said softly. "Queens don't kneel for anyone. But their kings don't kneel to anyone either." He stood and pulled her into his arms, spinning her around in the blood-stained study while sirens wailed in the distance.

"I want her as my queen." "We didn't know what happened between them, but we all know King Dreksil won't let her go. He already chose her as his queen, giving Izabella the queen's ring. It just needs a matter of official announcement. But don't be sad, King Bhaste. You'll meet the woman for you, but I can assure you, it will never be Izabella. I've seen how they love each other..." "I know. She's still wearing those rings she wore the first time I met her. I guess that's a sign..."

Nelson held the bow in his hand to admire, his eyes shining at the regal beauty it brought. Everyone present at that place looked at the bow and arrow without feeling envious, wanting to touch it once to see how it felt to hold such a valuable item. Katherine, seeing Nelson's passion, stepped forward and said: “This bow is called The King. The accompanying arrows are named Power, Lightning, Water, Fire and The Queen, respectively. The hardness of these arrows can penetrate three layers of iron armor without bending or breaking…” Katherine paused for a moment, saw that no one, even Alice had no opinion, took a breath, and continued:

I expected him to have a lot of questions, but instead of hearing him ask them, he just kept silent. At first, I told myself it was just another one of his moods. He had plenty of those. But deep down, I knew that this wasn’t one of them. “I will go straight to the point because obviously you don’t have enough time.” The Fae King said, snapping me back to the present. “We will have another discussion about the Alliance. For now, take this with you,” the Fae King handed me an onyx ring. “What is this?” I asked, looking it over closely.

my mother said with awe. “I’m no king, but your daughter is a princess and deserves a ring fit for royalty,” Kenton said as he took my trembling hand and slid the ring onto it. I noted the feeling of elation that came over me as he slipped the ring onto my finger. I looked over at the one that Godwin had given me as it rested where I’d placed it on the table. Although beautiful, it lacked the brightness and elegance of this ring. Perhaps it was because it was dulled with dark magic. I wasn’t sure. I just knew that no such feeling ever occurred while I wore that ring. If anything, it was the exact opposite.

That was two strikes against her composure and intelligence, and unfortunately for her, the cursed prince was also intelligent because so far he had only done one thing. He had placed the metal ring on the table just between them and scowled whenever he found her looking at it. She avoided looking at the ring at first. But she couldn't help it later. It was a large ring, one that had a seal formed with it. She could imagine some Duke or Minister wearing that. She could imagine a king wearing that, and that was what Ariel's father had been. He was a king so it was normal for Ariel to find such a ring among his father's belongings.

Just as the two begin to kiss passionately, making me blush a little at the sight of it, the Lycan King clears his throat gruffly. “There’s something you forgot, Wilson,” the king says coldly. Wilson pulls away from Sylva, breathing heavily. I have to resist the urge to laugh a little–his hair is all mussed, and his lips are shiny from Sylvia’s lip gloss. “Right, I know, a ring,” Wilson mutters. “But this was really more of a spur of the moment thing, and I swear that I will buy the most beautiful ring ever known to be–” “I meant a blessing,” the king replies.

I stood up and approached her once again, noticing a man in a suit standing beside her. "You might have to wait a little longer," she insisted, glancing at the man, indicating that I was the one selling the ring. "That's okay. I just remembered I have somewhere to be. Can I have my ring back?" I began to grow anxious as I noticed the guards stationed around me. It didn't seem normal. "The ring doesn't belong to you," the man in the black suit spoke up. "It was specifically designed by the Alpha King for his Luna Queen," the manager stated, revealing that Ray had obtained it from this very shop.

There was only one way that she could become a queen and that involves marrying a king – an old, sinister, and sly devil of a king! Langrion glanced once more at the ring whose luster looked misplaced at the dark, putrid floor of his cell. He stared at his own signet ring that Shia had returned to him at the night of the debutant ball, the one hanging on a thread around his own neck. He began to wonder – if his ring was dangling on his chest, whose ring could that one be? He picked it up and studied it. Langrion’s heart was throbbing in his chest. By thunders, he hoped that his hunch was right!