The Devil's Ring Novels & Stories

I held the mother fucker ring in my hand and thought it must be the tricks from the fucking two reptile heads. "Are you fucking doing a trick on the ring?!" I roared. They covered their heads and exclaimed, "No, sir!" "I swear I didn't do it!" "We can't change the size of an object! That's not something that we can do!" "So why this fucking ring is getting larger and smaller by itself?!" I shouted. "It's a relic ring, sir. It's King Czar's ring." "It's made by a Gifted One and given to King Czar as a present when he was young."

The priest says and I clear my throat. “I devote myself to you and with this ring, I bind my soul to yours, now and forever." I say, stretching my hand to the velvet cushion to pick the ring. At the center stone is a rare pink diamond but it was the band that can steal one’s breath. Delicate green vines, crafted with such lifelike detail, encircled the diamond.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning. “Get up,” Vito ordered. They stood quickly, some of them swaying slightly. “Divide yourselves into groups of ten,” Vito continued. “Take numbers. Groups go into the ring one by one. Fight until only one man is standing. Anyone who gets defeated comes down and does another two thousand push-ups. Winners of each group will fight each other. The final winner fights me.” The men exchanged uneasy glances. Fighting each other was one thing. Fighting Vito was something else entirely. They had all seen what happened to people who stepped into the ring with him.

like mental trauma old woman:- in his case black king rule his demon so he will be always Loyal to him and serve him. demon told him about this ring and 10 nature goddess demon:- velliam 10th goddess of nature. give me cured. I was devil I attempted to steal her power , but I failed she cused me, she split me into two identity. one is my consciousness like I am inside you and my body is transformed into that ring. we are one and that why I choose you as my master so you can reunite me with my body. by wearing that ring on your middle finger

The ring was very beautiful and fit perfectly on Malia's ring finger. "I think Raline will like this ring." Malia showed her ring finger to Devon. "Really?" Devon stared at the ring for a few seconds and then nodded. "You two always have the same taste, right?" "Yeah, usually what I like, Raline likes too, and vice versa. Like things and food. So I'm sure Raline will like the ring I chose." Devon finally bought the ring and a red box to store it in until the day he proposed to Raline.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

said the figure with the devil's wing ring, imagining himself making all creatures his slaves. None of them protested anymore; they all agreed. They would start with something small. And slowly make everything big. After finishing the meeting, the figure they called master disappeared from his seat. They respectfully sent off their master, and after that, they returned to deciding who would start first. They all smiled calmly and played a little game that they found very enjoyable. In the middle of the table, a small arena appeared, and if you looked inside that small arena, you would see ten figures of various races. Humans, devils, demons, monsters, and even sacred beasts that were highly

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”