Witch King's Ring Novels & Stories

I almost passed it as it was something brief. There was a picture of a ring, it was called the MOONLIGHT RING. I've seen this somewhere, I said to myself as I tried recalling to find out where I did. Then it came to me, it was on Alpha Aiden's finger and some head warriors and elders had it too. It was easy to differentiate from a normal ring as it has a unique look and I was sure that this was it. I did some more research and found out that the ring could only be made by a witch and it will be hard to neutralize one unless you have the best ingredients, but why neutralize it when I can have it if I get my hands on it.

“And your bloodline… Alpha King of this realm.” The Great Hall went completely still. I slowly turned around. King Henry’s hand trembled as he pulled the royal ring from his finger. The moment it left his hand, it began to glow with a strange golden-silver light. Every eye in the hall followed it. The ring lifted from Henry’s palm. It floated through the air. Straight toward me. I raised my hand instinctively. The ring slipped onto my finger. FLASH. Golden-silver light erupted through the Great Hall, illuminating the marble, the blood, the broken windows and every face watching me.

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

"The crown of the true Moon Queen." "Your Majesty—" "The crown that will unite the kingdoms." "Your Majesty—" "The crown that will destroy the darkness." Kael stepped forward, her sharp eyes blazing with defiance. "Then let's see it." I walked to the pedestal at the center of the throne room. The crown sat upon it—a circlet of silver and moonstone, woven with ancient magic and the light of the moon. It pulsed with a soft, steady glow, as though it was alive. I could feel its power calling to me, a warmth that spread through my veins. The light was almost hypnotic, drawing me closer with each step.

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.

Marlowe appeared somewhat disappointed upon hearing the first sentence. Then, he became excited when he heard the next sentence. At least, the Wolf King acknowledged him and was willing to accept his gift. However, his expression soon turned bitter, and he said dejectedly, “Wolf King, I did bring several rings with me: sapphire, obsidian, diamond... I have them all. “However, I didn’t bring the Guardian of Love ring from my collection that’s worth 9.9 billion. Should I have it delivered now?”

The collectors looked confused. "What do you mean?" Kieran reached into his cloak. Slowly, he removed the royal signet ring he had hidden beneath his sleeve. Sunlight reflected off the silver wolf engraved upon its surface. Gasps erupted from the crowd. The collectors' faces drained of color. Nova removed her own signet ring. "I am Queen Nova." Kieran stood beside her. "And I am King Kieran." The two collectors immediately dropped to their knees. "Your Majesties!" "We... we didn't know!"

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

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.

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.