Witch King's Ring Novels & Stories

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!

King Aldamar lifted his goblet. The round table had all wards seated around it and lifting their goblets too as they clung them together. The ring on his middle finger sparkled. Different combinations and patterns in it. Wait a second, I had seen those exact combinations somewhere else. The throne! My entire concentration fell on the ring. “Look,” I whispered to Naz, making sure Lix who was beside me paid us no attention. “What?” She asked, looking towards the ring. “The arms of the throne had that exact combination the king’s ring has. It almost feels like it’s a…”

Brynne asked. Kael looked directly at Selene. “The claim.” Her smile vanished. “What did you say?” Kael pulled a small object from inside his coat. A ring. Black steel with the crest of the Northern Dominion carved into its surface. Even the wind seemed to stop. “That ring marks the bloodline of the High King,” Maelor whispered. Kael nodded once. “It also binds the crown to the bearer.” Selene’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” Before anyone could react, Kael threw the ring onto the stone between us.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thought of Ashton or anyone else, really, clear my mind entirely. I instantly focus on Nathan, seated on his throne, the crown of our pack leader shining silver against his dark hair. The King’s crown is a simple, polished band with peaks that rise up in the shape of fangs; pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I could find out. I should make a list of 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.

The ring lightened up and a golden figure appeared in the back of her hand, a little golden dragon with red eyes. "It is the seal of the Duke of Kobach, Emma," the King smiled at the sweet sight of the two lovers, "only with the permission of the Duke, the ring could be passed to his wife." Liam smiled seeing the figure on her hand, it was another symbol of her being his, only his. This way no one would dare to covet her as they will know she will be forever his wife. She could feel the power being transferred to her magic, it was fascinating and overwhelming.

As much as she hated to admit it, Thea had to agree. She murmured silently in her heart, “If the others can help him, so can I! I’ll show him I’m not a useless woman” Thomas removed his thumb ring. Alongside the ring, he also tossed a black token to Thea. Picking the small items up gingerly, Thea tilted her head and asked, “What’s this?” “They are the God-King thumb ring and the God-King token. You’ll need them to walk around the God-King Palace freely.”

“I just want to know why they did it. I don’t have anyone else.” The King stared at me for a couple of seconds. “Very well.” “Your Majesty. My word is as good as yours. I can’t make a promise if you don’t honour it,” Luna Stella said. “Of course, I’ll honour your promise. Kiss my ring and I will deliver the head of your mother’s killer.” “What?” I gasped. The King extended his emerald ring. I stared at it and then at him. I looked at Knox for support and he nodded. I gently took the King’s fragile hand brought it up to my lips and kissed the emerald ring.