A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

“You never trusted your own strength unless someone told you to.” Her heart lurched. “Kaelen, stop.” “Why?” He took a step toward her. The light beneath his skin flickered brighter. “You think this is evil, don’t you? That what’s in me is something foul. But look around.” He gestured to the altar, the pillars, the moon above — all silent witnesses to their defiance. “The vow was balance. It wasn’t born in hate. Maybe this—” he touched his chest “—is just what’s left of that balance trying to survive.”

“We stand here not to revive the old order, but to bury it properly.” She looked each woman in the eyes. “The new oath is simple, We vow to tell the truth. We vow to protect choice. We vow to never again let love become a weapon.” The women watched her, breathing shallow, waiting. “No blades,” she said. “No blood bowls.” “No sacrifices.” “No spells.” “No chains.” Just truth. Olivia placed one hand over her heart. “If you accept this vow, not to me, but to yourselves, step forward.” One woman stepped.

Heat unfurled there, branding me from the inside out with the echo of his vow, searing itself into my very soul. Dane staggered under the force of it, his body taut with strain. The glow licked up his throat and jaw, washing his face in fleeting light. He clenched his teeth against the pain, but he didn’t waver, didn’t withdraw. His eyes were burning and raw with torment, locking me in place as his voice broke through, ragged and fierce. “It’s done,” he rasped, each word dragged out from somewhere deep. “I’ve bound myself. The vow will hold… even if it kills me.”

he warned before straightening and leaving her alone with her thoughts. The threat sent a shiver down Selena’s spine. But she she’d chosen this path; she’d chosen to betray Roman. She chose to take the risk knowing if Roman ever found out he’d kill her with his own two hands. He’d torture her for what she’d given up. But she’d rather die than not be his bride. The weight of her decision pressed down on her, the realization of her actions dawning on her with chilling clarity. She had sold her soul, her loyalty, to the family that provided for her, for the promise of wealth and power.

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

Wanted us to feel powerless. But he had underestimated me. He had underestimated all of us. I turned back toward the chaos. Toward the cries. Toward the field of dead. And I made a silent vow. I don’t care what he’s become. I don’t care if he’s a goddamn demon crawling out of hell’s spine—I will kill him. One way or another, I will destroy that fucking vampire. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

"This should destroy them both." My smile widened. The message was sent. Before Elisha and Caden realized they were being watched... Someone had already declared war.

“Those Volkov bastards. I’ll kill every last one of them for touching my daughter. Slowly. Tell me and I’ll end this tonight. No mercy for any of them.” The words should have been music to my ears. This was the rage I’d craved, the full force of the DeLorenzo empire unleashed on Luciano and his clan. Revenge for my mother, for everything. But with the Swan out there, an unknown shadow orchestrating massacres and leaving black feathers like calling cards, it felt dangerously shortsighted. We needed every resource, every uneasy alliance, to face a villain we knew nothing about. Starting a full-scale war now would only play into the enemy’s hands.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

I won't make the same mistakes again. I stepped back, avoiding his tears. "Connor, save it. You're crying too soon. "The reason I stopped speaking… is because I was born with a curse. Most of what I say comes true. To avoid hurting others, I chose to stay silent. "After Jamie died, I started speaking again. I want those responsible to pay the price. "Think carefully about what I've already said to you. "You should be worrying about yourself." His head snapped up. "What… did you say?"