A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

The entire church was silent as they waited for my first words. I cleared my throat, “To the man standing in front of me right now, I hate you,” I started off, which made the crowd chuckle. “You might all be thinking that I’m joking, but I’m actually serious. You were my first love, my first kiss, my first everything, and even my first heartbreak. I thought that I was done with you. I hated you and vowed that I’d never fall in love with a man like you anymore. But I swallowed those words pretty quickly because even when I hated you, my love for you was still greater. You took all of my firsts, and now I wish that you’d also be my last. We will have good times together. And we’ll also inevita

“You cannot disrupt the ritual simply based on whims—” “Before the Moon Goddess who bears witness,” I said, my voice booming across the hall, “I, Viktor Volvov, swear this vow. That I will take no mate, accept no bond, and bear no mark,” I continued, steady and unflinching, “except one woman. Deliliah Carmichael, Head Priestess of the Vyrclaw Pack.” Gasps erupted around us. I didn’t look away from her. Her face drained of color. “Should I fail to mate her before my thirtieth birthday,” I said, “I forfeit my life to the Moon Goddess’ judgment without resistance, without appeal.”

He read it aloud, because some words were too important to be heard only once. > “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again.

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

"Swear that if you ever try to claim those shares, you forfeit everything." Penelope's eyes darted around the room, finding no allies. "I..." her voice cracked. "I swear." "Louder." "I swear that if I break my oath regarding Diana Knight's shares," Penelope's voice strengthened with desperate anger, "I forfeit everything. My name, my possessions, my home..." "And?" "And..." tears slipped down her cheeks. "And everyone who calls me family or friend." "Perfect." Ashlyn's smile was victorious. "Now seal it."

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

He managed to stand from his seat and walked to where I was "it's Ivar. The wedding date has been set. Go to your room Rania and start preparing for tomorrow.” I was shocked. Was this my father? “I refused, father. There will be no wedding tomorrow” I managed to say with courage. We were trained never to oppose the decisions our father made. Both father and mother had a shocking expression. At least I was not the only person who shock at the end of the day. I left there for my room immediately. The maids and guards were surprised to see me cry. I could hear mother's voice calling me to wait. She wanted to explain everything to me but I need no explanation. The harm was already there. How did

The witch sneered, “How does a werewolf like you have such willpower? It's impossible!” “Then you have no idea what the fellowship of werewolves is all about.” I said defiantly. “The lives of we werewolves is a pact. It's about unity, togetherness and love. That is what our pact is all about and I won't ever betray it, not for anybody. I don't know what you're willing to do with my body but I won't ever let you use it for anything evil.” With that, I pulled out the blade out of my back and jammed it into my stomach causing blood to gush out of my mouth.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

"We swore we'd always be together. Have you forgotten? Those who break their oaths are doomed to hell." The way they looked at each other now was no different from mortal enemies. Bonnie stepped closer to him, her voice venomous. "Someone like you doesn't deserve loyalty. That vow we made? It was just a trick to placate you. People like you are destined to crawl in the gutter, scorned by everyone. You dare dream of love? You don't deserve to." Damon's fury reached its breaking point, his eyes blazing with uncontained rage. In the next moment, they both drew knives from their sleeves, stabbing each other with a ferocity born of pure hatred. Blood poured out instantly, yet neither stopped, pus