Vows of Silver and Sin
Vows of Silver and Sin
“In the city of Oakhaven, you don’t pray to God. You pray to the Syndicate.”
Elara Vance is a mafia princess with a lethal secret: she can "read" the memories of any object she touches. But in a world where magic is a death sentence, her gift is a gilded cage. When her father’s gambling debts finally come due, she isn’t sold for gold. She’s sold to Dante Vane the cold-blooded "Shadow-Walker" Don who rules the supernatural underworld.
Dante is a man of iron and whispers, cursed with a touch that brings only agony. He doesn’t want a wife; he wants a key. He believes Elara’s bloodline is the only thing that can break the ancient curse tethering his soul to the shadows.
The deal is simple: Break the curse, and she wins her freedom.
But as the wedding bells toll and a magical war brews on the horizon, Elara discovers that the man she was taught to fear might be the only one capable of saving her. In a den of monsters, falling in love is the most dangerous sin of all.
Will she break his curse, or will the shadows consume them both?
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Chapter: The Ghost HighwayThe rain hadn't stopped; it had only transformed into a thick, grey mist that swallowed the road ahead. We were three hours north of Oakhaven, driving a nondescript sedan Dante had stashed in a shipping container for exactly this kind of emergency.The luxury of the armored SUV was gone. This car smelled of old upholstery and cold coffee. Dante was driving, his hands gripping the wheel with a white-knuckled intensity. Every time the car hit a pothole, our shoulders brushed. Every time he shifted gears, his arm grazed my knee.Neither of us moved away."You're staring," Dante said, his voice cutting through the hum of the heater."I’m observing," I corrected, though my heart gave a traitorous thump. "The black veins. They’re coming back, aren't they?"Dante glanced down at his right hand. The faint, dark lines were crawling back from his knuckles toward his wrist, like ink spreading through water. "The neutralization was a temporary surge. As the Shadow-Heart settles into its dormant s
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: The Midnight PactThe safe house felt different now. The cold, industrial air of the Foundry was still there, but the silence between us had shifted from a wall of ice to a charged wire.Dante hadn't let go of my hand until we reached the top of the stairs. The moment he withdrew his touch, I felt a physical ache, a sudden drop in temperature that made me shiver. He went straight to the small kitchen, his back to me, gripping the edge of the steel counter so hard his knuckles turned white."You should sleep," he said, his voice raspy. "The adrenaline will wear off soon, and the Scribe’s drain is no joke. You’ll be lucky if you can stand tomorrow.""I don't want to sleep, Dante. I want to know what happened back there." I walked toward him, stopping just outside the circle of his personal space. "You touched me. And I didn't die. You didn't wither."Dante turned around slowly. The silver in his eyes was muted now, clouded by a confusion I hadn't seen before. He looked down at his palms. The black, spide
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: The Salt-Stained SealThe Oakhaven docks were a graveyard of rusted cranes and skeletal ships, haunted by the constant, rhythmic mourning of the foghorns. The air here was thick with the scent of brine and something sharper—the metallic tang of Valerii magic.Dante killed the headlights a mile away. We moved through the shadows like a pair of ghosts. He moved with a predatory grace that made no sound, while I struggled to keep my boots from crunching on the sea-salt crusted gravel."Warehouse 9 is at the very end of the pier," Dante whispered, pulling me behind a stack of shipping containers. "The water there is deep. Ligeia’s sirens will be waiting in the depths. If you fall in, I can’t reach you. The shadows don't travel well through moving water.""I don't plan on taking a swim," I whispered back, checking the weight of the silver dagger in my belt.As we approached the warehouse, the temperature plummeted. This wasn't the natural chill of the ocean; it was the freezing aura of the Void-Walkers. They we
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: The Traitor's PriceThe black armored SUV tore down the cliffside road, the engine roaring like a wounded beast. Outside, the storm had finally broken, drowning the world in a torrential downpour that turned the jagged rocks into lethal slides. Inside, the silence was even more suffocating than the storm.Dante sat in the back with me, his body vibrating with a suppressed violence that made the very air in the car feel heavy. He wasn't looking at me. He was watching the GPS on his phone, his jaw set so tight I thought his teeth might shatter."He won't be at the manor," I said, my voice small against the hum of the tires. "My father. If he gave them the wards, he knew you’d come for him first. He’s a coward, but he’s a fast one.""He can be as fast as he likes," Dante replied, his silver eyes flashing in the dark. "He can crawl into the deepest hole in Oakhaven, and I will still find him. I will pull him out by his marrow."I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking. "Why? Why did he do it? He al
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: The Syndicate's EyesThe morning sun in Vane House didn’t bring warmth; it only highlighted the dust motes dancing in the cold, vaulted ceilings. I had spent the night in a bedroom that felt more like a museum exhibit—velvet hangings, antique furniture, and a bed large enough for four people, though I had huddled on the very edge of it, clutching my silver dagger until my knuckles turned white. A soft knock at the door startled me. A maid entered, her eyes downcast. She looked human, but there was a strange, iridescent shimmer to her skin that suggested otherwise. "The Don is waiting for you in the conservatory," she whispered, laying out a dress that looked like it had been woven from liquid midnight. "You are to be ready in ten minutes. The Council arrives at sunset." "The Council?" I asked, sitting up. "The heads of the five factions," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "They come to see if the Shadow-King has
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: The Blood Debt (Part 2)I didn't pack much. A suitcase of clothes I’d likely never wear again and the silver dagger hidden against my thigh. As I walked out of the Vance manor, my father didn't even come to the door to say goodbye. He stayed in his study, probably already pouring a fresh glass of bourbon to celebrate his survival. The car waiting for us wasn’t a standard limousine. It was a matte-black armored beast with windows so dark they looked like polished obsidian. Dante held the door open, but he didn't offer his hand. He stood back, his posture stiff, watching me with those predatory silver eyes. I slid into the leather interior, and he followed, sitting as far away from me as the wide seat allowed. "You're afraid," he noted as the car pulled away from the curb. He wasn't looking at me; he was staring at the partition separating us from the driver. "Any sane person would be," I snapped, clutching my purse. "I've been sold to a man who tre
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
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