A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

He said. Nx a new and highly addictive drug ten times more expensive than cocaine. " Done" i said and he nods. " Good girl i will send you the location of the shipment and in the meantime my organization's at your disposal" he said. I nod before i turned to leave He called out to me. " Счастливая ночь охоты Ворон" *Happy hunting knight Raven" he said. I nod before i left. Hades pov I leaned back with a sigh after she left messaging my temples. " Are you sure you can trust her" i heard the viper asked as she walked inside the room to stand at my side.

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! You are just like everyone else who hates my child! Who wants my kid dead! I hate you all!” “I made a vow to protect you.” Vow. Theo made a vow too. And look where it gets me. And in a state of fury, my anger directs toward the table. I swipe everything on it and I scream. As if not content, I push and kick it over. Everything on it tumbles on the floor, and everything crashes and breaks, just like my heart. “I hate you all,” I say. My tears fall. “I hate myself,” I say, in a lower tone.

I made a vow. Vows are more that promises. They have greater potency that the words of mere promises. I vowed never to turn a human or to feed from a human the day I made that dreadful mistake. What mistake? I killed the man I loved. I fed from him and drained every pint of blood he had in him. So I made my vow. I, Kayla, will never feed. I'll die from thirst and hunger before I ever feed. And because I was turned to a vampire against my will, I will never turn a human to the monster I have now become.

“Ah, Dante. Always so quick to fight. But what if I told you… this isn’t your war anymore?” He lifted a detonator. And pressed the trigger. The chapel ceiling split with a deafening crack. Flames licked the edge of the altar. The escape tunnel collapsed. The only exit sealed. And the First War of Blood and Vows had officially begun.

Chapter 15 (Sophia's POV) Common enemy. I'd said it plainly in the back of Dax's car and Xander had confirmed it without hesitation. Those two words had quietly dismantled something I'd been holding onto for fifteen years. The clean simplicity of my hatred. It was considerably harder to hate a man who was handing you evidence against the person who'd actually destroyed your family. I was finding that out the inconvenient way. Izzy was waiting in my office at eight-fifteen with coffee, croissants and the expression of someone who had opinions she'd been saving up overnight.

The Moon Oath. The place where Alphas swore their vows of blood and loyalty. He walked toward it slowly, every step heavy with purpose. You can’t keep her this way. The voice in his head—the man he once was—tried to reason. She’ll only hate you more. He ignored it. Hate was better than indifference. Hate meant she still felt something. He knelt before the altar, his chest heaving, his mind a storm. “I warned them,” he muttered, voice rough. “I told them she was mine.”

“Daughter of Alpha Rowland of Moonlit Pack. I have come here in peace, and in peace I will remain. But I will not kneel. My loyalty belongs first to my father, to my blood, and to my people. If my sincerity must be measured, let it be by my actions, not by the bend of my knees.” The hall erupted. Gasps, sharp whispers, scandalized murmurs. The firelight seemed to crackle louder, as though the flames themselves had been shocked by my defiance. I held Harold’s gaze. “Instead, I’d declare the Healer’s Vow. Your oath binds the body, the healer’s vow binds the heart. It is recited standing, hands unshackled… so the speaker cannot be forced to promise what her spirit won’t keep. If you mean to wel

Hate. “Wait!”

“The Enemy will be finally defeated, won’t it? Our cities will be clean and well-lit. There will be no bloodsucking krovososy, no teeming kosmops, no perfidious oborotni, no greedy devouring fists. Motherland will be free.” The Voice chuckled again. “You haven’t heard me speak for a while, have you, little sister?” it said. “The war was going against us and the people were deprived of their sustenance. Now it’s the time to remedy this.” And the Voice spoke. He spoke in words of fire that meant nothing and everything; that made people forget fear and embrace hate; that made husbands abandon wives and wives turn away from husbands in pursuit of a higher love, the love of an abstraction. They m