A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

Imani’s head snapped up, stunned. ZARA (CONT’D) Not because you deserve it. But because I do. I deserve peace. And Amira deserves a clean start. I won’t carry your weight into my future. I’m done with bitterness. She took a step forward, meeting Imani eye to eye. ZARA (CONT’D) So, I forgive you. Imani burst into tears. Regan hadn’t spoken. His eyes remained fixed on the floor for several moments. Then he finally looked up—eyes tired, but resolute.

The world did not take sides, and love was only a fleeting thing. The secret to happy families was commitment whereby both sides gave an earnest piece of themselves to each other. The person who betrayed this vow was doomed to lose everything.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

Is this not evidence enough that it was not entirely my doing? Argh! "I will give you time dear child. Search your heart and see if you would be more at peace harbouring grudges and holding on to the pain. See if exacting vengeance would make you feel more peaceful than forgiveness. If yes, then you were indeed compelled and I will free you. I will only need you to remember one thing, my child. All deities, have and will always respect free will. We are all bound by an oath. One that we can never break. Remember this at all times."

She shook her head slowly, her voice carrying the warmth of unshaken faith. “Can a mother forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? She may forget… yet I will not forget thee, saith the Lord.” His gaze flickered, as though something within him wished to hope, but dared not yet. “And if I have disobeyed,” he whispered, “to a depth where forgiveness no longer reaches?” She did not flinch. “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men, whether against the Father or the Son. But the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven.”

"In a world where reputation is everything, appearing to reward past behaviour can be seen as a weakness." "Some would be mistaken about what I'm doing," I countered. The heat in my chest was steady now, a controlled burn. "Forgiveness and choice aren't the same thing. Forgiveness is about the past. Choice is about the future. I'm not rewarding anything. I'm deciding what I want my life to look like from this moment forward."

What other truths have my preconceived notions hidden from me? I realize that forgiveness isn't merely a gesture of appreciation; it's not about giving a gift to the person being forgiven. Rather, it's a gift to myself—a chance to release the burdens I no longer want to carry. With this understanding, I find the strength to forgive Alejandro for the years of abuse and for using me, Diana, and the baby for his own gain. I forgive Fina for crashing my celebrations in a misguided attempt to humiliate me and belittle Dean. I even manage to forgive Liza and Hugo for putting me in this situation.

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact. "We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily. With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead. She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!" Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

Then, quietly, she read: “When the First returns, so shall the Last. Our daughter must choose not just between love and power—but between vengeance and peace. May she choose better than I did.” Her throat tightened. “She knew this would happen,” Alessia whispered. “She knew what I’d become. What I’d have to do.” Dante reached for her, but she stepped away. “I don’t know if I can forgive you,” she said, not looking at him. “Not for what you did. Not for what you didn’t stop.” “I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he replied. “I’m asking for one more war. Together.” She turned, slowly, finally meeting his eyes.