A Vow Of No Forgiveness Novels & Stories

"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 asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."

Would be forgiven. When Progress was told, they wept. Wept with gratitude. Wept with relief. Wept with overwhelming emotion. "Thank you," Progress said to Together. "Thank you for forgiveness. Thank you for release. Thank you for freedom. We do not deserve it. We know we do not deserve it. We committed terrible crime. Created terrible suffering. Did terrible evil. We know this. We accept this. We carry this. Forever. We will carry guilt forever. Will remember crime forever. Will know what we did forever. Forever. We are released from service. But not released from guilt. Not released from memory. Not released from knowledge of what we did. We carry that forever. But we are grateful. Grateful

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

“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.”

Then sighed. “Substance-over-form standard.” Elena smiled faintly. “You really do enjoy this.” “I am trying to protect people.” “I know.” Avar and Sen representatives added a simple test. Would the person lose money, safety, freedom, access, rights, medical care, housing, family contact, or legal standing for refusing to forgive? If yes— the forgiveness request was presumptively coercive. Not perfect. Useful. Teo listened. “So nobody can force forgiveness.” “No,” Elias said.

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.

Afroz frowned, concerned by her daughter's intense attachment. Ziniya turned back to her father. "If he wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of time. Even when I was vulnerable he never took advantage of me. He doesn't want anything in return, neither my friendship nor love. All he wants is for me to be happy. He knows about my nightmare and never once I told him anything about them. He just understands me so well," she said, her voice filled with determination and unwavering eye contact.

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.”