Novel & Cerita A Kingdom Of Venom And Vows

I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake. Souls were considered the purest form of our beings and the poisoned dart, sucked the soul to punishing darkness instead of the body, unlike the blood oath if the Supreme Vow of Life was broken. Such a difficult vow had been taken less than 3 times in the entire history of the universe but I had never been surer in my life about taking such an extreme step. I loved my mates beyond limits. "My Queen,” Dominic whispered as his eyes brimmed with t

The candle hissed, and the air thickened, like the monastery itself was listening. “You’ll find me when the ink calls,” he said softly. “But know this — no witness can stop love from breaking rules it doesn’t understand.” He pressed a small black coin into my hand — carved with an ouroboros swallowing its tail. “Give this to your king,” he said. “It binds my existence to your covenant.” And just like that, the old man faded into the shadow of the altar. The candle went out. Only the coin remained warm in my palm.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her gratitude feels like acid in my veins. Here she lies in my arms, grateful for protection from nightmares I’ve helped create by stealing her away from everything familiar. My plan requires her dependence and demands her trust, but every moment of vulnerability erodes the foundation of hatred I’ve built my revenge upon. “Sleep now,” I mumble against her hair. “I’ll keep you safe.” The promise comes out automatically, and I mean every word despite the contradiction it represents. How can I protect her from threats while simultaneously being the greatest threat she faces?

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Their edges gleaming like moonlight on water. The Goddess’s voice deepened, resonant. “A kingdom is not words, but vows and action. Rayna will vow her soul to the pack eternal, and each Alpha, each wolf, will vow theirs in return. Not chains of fear, but bonds of choice. Respect.” The circle stirred, power humming restless. I felt Damon at my side, his wolf braced against mine, steadying, pushing strength into me. The Goddess looked back at me. “Speak your oath, my child. Let it bind you to them - and them to you. So the kingdom may rise.”

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

The man looked at us coldly and, waving his hands, pushed us away with some kind of magic, slamming our backs against the ground. The reality was that the kingdom was divided into four: vampires, sorcerers, wolves, and werewolves. My kingdom was that of the werewolves, while the kingdom of the sorcerers and wolves belonged to King Vladimir, a man who always kept watch over everything in his path and possessed power like no other. “This man stole my mate!” Daniel shouted, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. “You're wrong, she's my mate!” I growled, clenching my fists in rage. “I found her wounded in the forest after she was attacked.”

Her eyes glittered with cruel amusement as she spoke softly, each word dripping with malice. "Because you’re too much for Thrystan. The future King of Vakythia, says the King. But do you know what I say?" She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing my ear, her voice a venomous whisper. "I say, off with your head for treason." My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to flinch. My eyes narrowed, meeting hers with defiance. "I haven’t committed treason." She let out a soft laugh, the sound dark and menacing. "We both know that’s a lie."

"It's essential for you to understand not only our kingdom but also the other kingdoms and their inhabitants. This knowledge will be crucial in maintaining peace and dealing with potential conflicts." Astrid listens attentively as Felicity described the various realms and their unique characteristics. "The Vampire Kingdom, for instance, is ruled by the Vampire/Vladex King. Vampires are formidable, with their incredible speed, strength, and longevity. However, they have their weaknesses – sunlight, wooden stakes, Sanguinite stakes for their royals, and a dependency on blood." "For the Werewolf Kingdom? Silver is our main weakness," Felicity explains. Moving on, Felicity's expression turned mo