Witch King's Ring Novels & Stories

Whatever is inside must be valuable. Either way, the princess is alive and I must find her. I will bring her home and she will take her rightful place as queen. The phoenix can heal the land and she can break the curse on the shifters. That means! I could finally find my fated mate if she was still alive. I take one last look at the picture when I notice the ring on Queen Marcia’s finger is clear. When I look at the one next to it, the ring is red. “The heart scale.” Jaka says.

she croaks. “She is mine. She does not belong to you and never will.” “She is a witch, King Kael. She will never truly belong to you.” I let her go. She takes a steady step away from me, ignoring the red mark left on her neck by my grip. She reaches into her gown, pulling out a chain. An amulet hangs on a string of pearls and black diamonds.

The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous. "So, do you have any plans?" he asks, stepping closer to me. "House chores, mopping, sweeping, laundry and the like," I chuckle nervously, hoping that will drive him away. "Oh, great, well let's get started," he says excitedly, he takes off his watch and royal ring and places it on the kitchen counter; he is in sweatpants, sneakers, and a Nirvana t-shirt. I walk into the kitchen, open the pantry, and get the cleaning supplies out, I turn around and bump into his hard-muscular chest, I look up and he is already smirking at me.

The king's eyes met mine, reflecting a mixture of pride, gratitude, and renewed hope. He reached out, his weathered hands gently taking the box from me. The courtiers held their breath as the king lifted the lid, revealing the radiant royal ring. A collective awe washed over the throne room, a testament to the profound significance of the moment. "My beloved daughter," the king spoke, his voice resonating with pride and emotion, "you have not only reclaimed the crown but also retrieved the sacred ring that symbolizes our authority. Your strength and determination have shown that you are worthy of this honor."

Cleo dropped the decoy ring into my hand before swallowing the real one. "Of courssse, my queen. May your reign be long and victoriousssss." She hissed before fading into the shadows. I looked down at the ring in my hand, rolling it between my fingers. I gripped Lucifer's hand once again, gently slipping it back in place, making it look like I had never touched it. I finally had all seven of the objects needed to take the throne, and I had five of the Princes by my side to ensure I got it. I just hoped that come tomorrow Lucifer would be willing to hear me out after I went through with it.

— Like this? — That night these things I mentioned disappeared and they were all of great value to the kingdom and especially to the future King. I told Noah how important each item was, especially the ring that held the Great Stone of Wisdom, and the sword. He was impressed by what I said. — What was that ring like? — The ring was made of silver, with a colorless stone that looked like a diamond. It was a wedding gift from the Queen to my uncle, a symbol of their love.

Till they finally got to the open field where Belladonna had thought the dragon would be but it wasn't. At that moment, the King pressed on a small red gem, carved into a ring that was around his left middle finger. Only the gem of the ring could be seen, the rest of his ring was buried into his leather black hand glove. It was glowing like one of the gems in the so called forbidden room.

I asked, confused now. “Yes, what do you mean?” Alpha Maximus asked. “That amulet should have been destroyed long ago. Emanuel had it because his mother found it in a small fight between clans. When they forged or created the crown and amulets. Only two of them who are the Ruby Crown and the Amulet of all should be in the hands of the king and queen who would reign,” the witch explained, making us have more questions, “The crown would be given by the queen, and the amulet by the king. But everything got mixed. The crown belongs to Rose all along. She was supposed to hand it to you, King Nikolas. And we, the witch clan, would have given you the amulet, so you could have given it to her, but v

"So, what's going to happen next for you?" "Well," she tapped her cheek with her index finger. "I'm going to go back with Mitchalus. He's going to introduce me as his mate. We have the swearing-in ceremony where we receive our crowns and tokens: Mitchalus gets the trident and I the necklace of the Kingdom." Necklace of the Kingdom, that one was new to me. "What's that?" Aqualia touched her neck. "Every Kingdom has one. Each Queen is given that token. Its power is almost equivalent to the trident but the features are different. Whatever the Queen desires it to be."

“He’s the one who sired you.” My eyes widened. The king was my father? But that couldn’t be right. How? “Take this,” she told me, holding up a thick gold band with rubies and emeralds encrusted into it. “It’s his signet ring. He will recognize it and know who you are. And maybe—maybe if the saints preserve, he’ll let you stay at the castle and give you work there.” Maybe? My fingers trembled as I slowly took the ring, gaping at its opulence. It was truly the ring of a ruler.