A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“I’ve missed you. I’m sure you’ve missed me too. It must be lonely for you here.” “It is,” I admit. I won’t lie and say I miss her, but it is lonely. “It’s unbearably lonely. It feels like torture, what you’re doing to me.” “Well, I’m here to end the torture,” she says. “I’m here to make a deal.” “A deal?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “Yes,” she says. “I’m willing to forgive all you’ve done in the past. I’m willing to take the vow that promises I’ll never hurt anyone you love ever again. I’ll give up my wicked ways for good.”

“When Thalen fell, I tried to seal what she began. The vow took my name, my body, my will. Now I exist as its voice. Bound to guide those who carry it—until one is willing to do what I could not.” “To die for it?” Serenya asked. “To forgive it.” Serenya blinked. “Forgive—?” The air shifted, and Maelis’s form began to fade. “The vow began in love and shattered through betrayal. Only love can end it—not by killing it, but by accepting what it made.” “I don’t understand!” Serenya cried. “You will.” Maelis’s voice grew faint, echoing across the lake. “When the moon bleeds, and the heart chooses truth.”

"Fine, I surrender. It's my loss! I'll apologize to Journi for your sake." "Seems like you forgot what I said," Harvey said to Drake with a smile. "If you want to apologize to someone, then you have to bend the knee and beg for the other person's forgiveness. It just can't be mere words. "Most importantly, I want both you and that woman to make a vow, even though I know that something like that was pointless to people like you. But if you break your vow, I can then openly kill both of you in the future. Understand?"

Gia placed a reassuring hand on Deep's, her touch conveying a sense of solidarity and understanding. Gia: You're right, Deep. Ejay's actions speak volumes about the darkness within him. Forgiveness isn't owed to someone who's caused so much devastation. Their agreement hung in the air, a shared understanding that certain wounds cut too deep for forgiveness to mend. In that hospital room, amidst the quiet resolve, Deep and Gia found solace in their mutual acknowledgment of the unforgivable nature of Ejay's deeds, a shared conviction that stood firm against the tide of pain and betrayal.

“Nothing you can’t. The Goddess doesn’t reward theater. She rewards truth.” Mara looked up. The early light caught the curve of her cheek. “You make it sound easy,” she said. “It was never easy. That’s why it means something.” I stopped at the balustrade and placed my hands on the cool stone. The sun had begun to climb, washing the terrace in pale gold. “When I took the Oath, I promised to forgive the Pack even when it hurt. I thought I understood what that meant. I didn’t. Forgiveness isn’t a gesture; it’s a discipline. Every day you wake up and decide to love the people who might break you.”

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

Quoting Sam, I treated Olivia too well, even better than how I treated my own parents. Even though she had betrayed me, I could not just set my feelings aside immediately. Undeniably, I thought that we could still be friends after I got over it, if she truly loved me and was truly regretful about what she did. However, she chose to lie once again. I no longer had a soft spot for her. “Olivia, do you remember what I once said to you? No matter what happens, as long as you tell me the truth, I’ll forgive you. If I find the truth out myself, then I’ll no longer forgive you.

I turned around and looked at them. "Take care of yourselves." Then I turned and walked through the gate. I didn't look back again. As the plane took off, I stared out at the clouds. Suddenly, I remembered what Grandma used to say. "Your parents are blind where it counts—you can't count on them." She was right. But they were still my parents. I didn't have to forgive them. I didn't have to look back. But I didn't want to keep hating them either. The plane broke through the clouds, and sunlight poured in through the window.

“I’m still strong…” Livia shook her head slowly. She even forced a small smile. “No, Mom.” Her voice was weak, but calm. “I’m very strong.” The whip fell again. SMACK! But Livia still did not scream. “I’m already used to feeling this,” she continued softly. Her eyes looked at her mother gently. “Look at me.” She smiled faintly. “I’m not crying.” “You didn’t even hear me scream.” Those words made Rossa cry even harder. “Forgive me… forgive me…”

"The mechanics." "A small amount of blood, willingly given. A spoken acknowledgment — not an apology for something you didn't do personally, but a recognition that the wrong happened and that your line carries the blood of the wolf who made it." Wren paused. "And the intent behind the acknowledgment needs to be genuine. Not performed. The working reads for authenticity — it was designed that way specifically, to prevent coercion." She paused. "It's the same mechanic as my forgiveness component. It can't be forced."