A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

But like Roman he too cut his throat in front of me and made his vows to me. “I, Levi Hunt, Vow to you, my love, I will bleed. I will bleed before I harm you in any way ever again, both physical and emotional pain. For you, I vow to never let another day go by without you knowing how much I love you. I vow to never let you go and to track you down where ever you may hide. You are my heart, my blood, my life, my forever.”

"And we make this vow, not just to each other, but to the cause we serve." Isabella felt a swell of emotion at Luca's words, her heart bursting with love and loyalty. She looked into his eyes, feeling her resolve strengthen. "Together, we vow to always fight for justice, equality, and compassion," she said, her voice strong and clear. "We vow to stand by each other, no matter what obstacles we may face, and to never let anything come between us."

A shadow caught between altars, belonging to neither, haunted by both. He exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead briefly to the cold stone behind him. The stone stole heat from his skin, greedy and indifferent. He let it. He needed the theft. Needed something to feel simple again. I won’t let you be destroyed by this. The vow was formed without ceremony. Without hesitation. It landed in him like a brand, hot and permanent, the kind that doesn’t ask whether you deserve it. Not by The Devil. Not by my father. Not by the truth.

“That is the power Harriet has. She was my mate and I loved her fiercely, uncompromisingly. I killed for her. Hundreds and hundreds of wolves. All because I loved her.” Amalie doesn’t like hearing those words. She’s burning up with the kind of jealousy that will kill nations if I let her loose. “But you-” “Shh, Amalie,” I say. “Please be quiet. There is nothing else to say. What I need to do is give myself to you, as the witch said, and I only know one way to do that. It’s a vow.” “A vow?” “Hm.” I roll away from her and get my pocket knife from my jeans. “Stand up,” I say.

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” 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.

But from today, I don’t give a fuck about any of them. I would die in fourteen days time, but I would die knowing that I didn’t give any of these fuckers the satisfaction they were craving. Today, I embrace hatred over love. Today, I choose chaos over peace. Today, I choose hate. ** [ ~ Day Eight ~ ]

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

Because she was totally oblivious of his moves. "Ishq Aur Nafrat dono hi jab had se badh jaye to zeher ban jata hai aur zeher sirf jaan le sakta hai bacha nahi sakta (love and hate when both Break the limits it becomes poison and poison only kills it does not save lives) I did enough damage to you Tara now it is time I set you free from this cage of hatred. It is time for you to move on in life and start new life" Aarhan promised himself.

My heart ached with equal parts love and hate, my mind racing with plans to win him back—or to destroy him and anyone who tried to take him from me. I would never let him leave me. Never. The vow echoed in my mind, sharp and unyielding.