A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

he uttered to the priest, peering right into her bright green eyes, which glistened up because she knew these vows were not meant to tie them in that alluring bond of wedding but rather to knot them in that sharp thread of destruction, pain and hate. But only if she knew how this sharp thread of hatred was going to tie both of them in an eternal knot of desire, possession and love very soon.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

Every cell in me felt shattered. Surely, I was going to die. “Farrahhhhh!” I bellowed with all my might, wishing that she would come back to be the first one to sample my infernal indignation. I was marked, terrified, and incensed. Not of the enemy, but of the spawn of evil they had turned me into. As hatred mounted and then simmered in my bones, I made myself a vow. I was going to kill my mate. And Dymian…….I scoffed……..I was going to rip his cock off and shove it down his throat for ever touching her.

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

“I will never lose anyone. When I love someone, they are mine. When I hate someone, they're dead. I will become so powerful that no one will ever ignore or hide me.” That was the vow I made to myself.

“We did what had to be done. Would you leave your mate to die? Would you?” The five men looked a little ashamed, but the first one jutted his chin out stubbornly. “We should’ve honored our vow. Javi made a call, and we don’t believe it was the right one.” Hot anger surged through me like molten rock. I stepped forward, sick of listening to these spineless men, these cowards, tear into Leo and Javi. I slammed my hand down on the table to shut them up. “Your vow?” I growled, locking eyes with the one who’d spoken. “Which vow was that? The one where you were slaves to the royals? The one where they had you out kidnapping, murdering, and torturing innocent people? Or was it the one where you sma

Her fierce expression quickly turned into one of false innocence, faster than a sudden change in weather. "Sister, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come here and I shouldn't be with Wayne, but Marcus and I truly love each other. I know you still love Marcus, but you've already married his uncle. You can't betray him now. After all, we're family. I know you hate me, but even if you do, you shouldn't do this. How can you play with both uncle and nephew at the same time? It's wrong and you shouldn't do it…”

A wave of anguish coursed through my veins, and I struggled to breathe as the reality of his rejection settled around me like a heavy blanket. "He doesn’t want us," my wolf lamented, her voice echoing within my mind, filled with sorrow and betrayal. "Then we don’t want him either." It was a familiar feeling, to be caught between my heart's yearning and my wolf's instinct, but in this moment, the pain was overwhelming. I felt the bond we shared crack, like glass shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces.

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

There was a flicker of something dark in his gaze, something predatory, as if he was savoring the moment. “See?” he murmured, his voice low, almost taunting. “You can fight it all you want, but in the end, you’ll always come back to me.” I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong. But instead, I stood there, caught in the tangled web of emotions I couldn’t untangle. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Luca chuckled, stepping closer again, and this time, I didn’t pull away. “Good,” he said softly. “Because hate is just another form of desire.”