AZ Games Co.
"The Frostfang Pact: Forge Your Destiny with the Wolf of Kaer Morhen"
A 316L Stainless Steel Relic for Those Who Walk the Path of Wolves
The Story Begins…
Beneath the howling winds of the Continent, where frost clings to ancient ruins and the scent of iron lingers like a forgotten oath, a blacksmith’s hammer strikes. Not in Novigrad, nor in Winterfell—but in Zhejiang’s hidden forges, where fire and ice conspire to birth legends.
This is no ordinary ring.
It is a blood pact.
Carved into its steel is the snarling visage of a wolf—not just any wolf, but the same beast that stalked Geralt’s nightmares and guarded Jon Snow’s frozen throne. Slide it onto your finger, and the cold bite of its metal whispers: “The North remembers. So will they.”
Chapter I: The Forging of the Frostfang
”Men die. Kingdoms fall. Wolves endure.”
The Frostfang Wolf Ring is not made—it is reforged from the remnants of battles untold:
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316L Stainless Steel: A metal so ruthless, it scoffs at rust, sweat, and the tears of your enemies. White Walkers would shatter against its surface.
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Wolf Head Pattern: Each fang etched by masters who’ve studied the jaws of Geralt’s silver sword and Ghost’s silent snarl. This is no decoration—it’s a warning.
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Unisex Design: Whether your hand clasps a battleaxe or a boardroom pen, the wolf’s eyes gleam the same challenge: Prove yourself.
Chapter II: The Oath of the Wearer
You are not buying a ring.
You are swearing allegiance to the Wild Hunt.
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For Bikers: Let highway winds sing the Song of Steel as you ride. The wolf’s gaze dares asphalt and oblivion.
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For Grooms: Exchange vows with a band that outlasts love itself. “Till death” is a joke to this metal.
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For Survivors: Wear it to job interviews, funerals, or midnight gas station runs. Let the world know: You’ve survived worse.
Chapter III: The Pact’s Price
”Gold buys loyalty. Steel buys fear.”
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Free Shipping: Ravens are slow. Our couriers are not.
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Packaging: A black velvet pouch, stitched with threads darker than a Red Priestess’s whispers. Inside, the ring rests—a relic waiting to choose its master.
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60-Day Trial by Combat: If the frost thaws and your resolve wavers, return it. But know this: The wolf does not forgive.
Technical Grimoire
| Attribute |
The Frostfang’s Truth |
| Material |
316L Surgical Steel (Impervious to Time, Tears, and Titanium-Shattering Cold) |
| Style |
Animalistic Fury Meets Silent Vengeance |
| Occasion |
Weddings (Valar Dohaeris), Funerals (Valar Morghulis), and Every Battle In Between |
| Origin |
Forged in Zhejiang’s Hidden Anvil, Blessed by Smiths Who Whisper to Old Gods |
| Compatibility |
Fits All Fingers Worthy of a Wolf’s Bite |
| Gender |
Unisex—Worn by Warriors, Queens, and Those Who Defy Labels |
The Final Challenge
”The Wolf Does Not Beg. It Takes.”
Claim Your Frostfang Ring Now
Warning:
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May invoke spontaneous growling in quiet rooms.
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Direwolves may materialize in mirrors.
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Tavern keepers will charge you double.
The Frostfang Pact is not for the timid.
It is for those who hunger—for power, for legacy, for a story worth freezing in steel.
The choice is yours.
But remember:
Winter is always watching. ❄️🐺
