Who Dies In The Oaths Of Vayuputras?

“But I have lifted my voice in pain to pray to you too. Am I irrelevant? I have done that since I was born. Do I not matter? Do the gods segregate as well?” “Feisty…” he replied, but before he could continue, I glanced at the edge of the cliff for a second, then turned back to him and smiled. “I refuse to be useful to these people you love so much. Even in my death,” I said as I jumped off the cliff. It was the beginning of my complicated fate with the gods and the end of my suffering with werewolves.

...“You can’t win this trial. The pack is against you. Your father is against you. Even your friend…” He paused. “Even she has betrayed you.” Kael’s eyes locked on mine, hard as iron. “So I’ll give you a choice. Trust me, and I’ll make sure you live.” “Trust you? You just claimed me like I was some prize to steal. You said you would kill me if I lost control.” “And I meant it,” he said, voice flat. “But I won’t let them tear you apart like animals. If you let me, I’ll fake your defeat. I’ll claim you fully... On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never had been. Even me. I was driven from the funeral, hollow. Then the Moon Goddess descended. She offered me a chance—ten years back—on two conditions. I would not become Oscar's mate. I would prevent Catherine's death. I said yes without thinking.

Lady Marilyn Gattar has been married for eight years without a child. She become the personal punching bag of her husband and a laughing stock in the entire city of Ruqgu until a stranger from Nayak approached her. The stranger told her about the oath her mother made to a revered Goddess in Nayak and until she leaves her husband and marry King Treven of Nayak, A cold blooded man with three consorts and no Queen, She will never have a child of her own. Will she go from the frying pan to the naked flame? will her husband release her as the laws in Ruqgu doesn't allow a woman to file for divorce?

Vow of the Fallen Star In her first life, she was a fool. In this one, she’s a weapon. Evelyn Kingston had it all: a powerful husband who would have loved her, a beautiful son who needed her, and a genius-level intellect she threw away to please a snake. Blinded by the smooth words of her lover, Marcus, and the fake smiles of her best friend, Sarah, Evelyn committed the ultimate betrayal. She stole her husband’s corporate secrets, destroyed his legacy, and neglected her son—only to be murdered by the very people she sacrificed everything for. But death wasn't the end. Waking up on the morning of the betrayal that started it all, Evelyn realizes she has been given a second chance. This time, she isn't the fragile socialite they remember. Using her hidden mastery of code and a heart hardened by the grave, she sets out to rewrite her future. She will heal the scars she left on her son’s heart. She will earn the trust of the husband she once despised. And for Marcus and Sarah? She has a special kind of digital hell waiting for them. The "Ice Queen" is back, and she’s playing for keeps.

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.