A Vow Of Ruin Novels & Stories

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

I gritted out. She regarded me for a while, then shrugged. “Did you think it's that easy to destroy?” I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?” “I may agree to break it, but will it?” She read the confusion in my eyes and smirked. “I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about it. The destruction of our vows is impossible. We did not just take an ordinary oath, dear. We took a dark oath, and it can't be broken. It's for eternity. Whether we both consent to it or not, there's no way out.”

I made a vow. Vows are more that promises. They have greater potency that the words of mere promises. I vowed never to turn a human or to feed from a human the day I made that dreadful mistake. What mistake? I killed the man I loved. I fed from him and drained every pint of blood he had in him. So I made my vow. I, Kayla, will never feed. I'll die from thirst and hunger before I ever feed. And because I was turned to a vampire against my will, I will never turn a human to the monster I have now become.

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

“Ah, Dante. Always so quick to fight. But what if I told you… this isn’t your war anymore?” He lifted a detonator. And pressed the trigger. The chapel ceiling split with a deafening crack. Flames licked the edge of the altar. The escape tunnel collapsed. The only exit sealed. And the First War of Blood and Vows had officially begun.

Agency is harder to seize. Father continued to praise Damien. Father continued to pass over me in ways I could not control. But the lesson solidified into a different kind of hunger: if I could not be the son he wished for, then I would become the architect of his ruin. I would not ask for the crown. I would break it. There is a terrible clarity that comes with such a vow. It is colder than anger and more relentless than grief. It becomes a map with a single destination: the moment when the loved and the adored are humbled and the invisible are visible in the ruin left behind.

My body shuddered, torn between desire, fear, and the unbearable pull of fate. “I won’t let it take you,” Damian swore, his words a vow that seared hotter than any flame. But the shard only laughed inside me, a cruel echo of fire and ruin, whispering of a future where vows meant nothing against hunger. It pulsed once, hard enough to make me cry out, and I felt Damian’s hand catch mine again, steadying me despite the storm in my veins. He thought he was my anchor, but he didn’t realize the tide had already chosen him as its next drowning.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.