Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Ruin

This faint gleam of light, representative of brightness and goodness, obliterated the crafty gloom that shrouded him. That sharply defined, handsome face, which once I loved so profoundly, now seems even more chilling the deeper I loved him. Who would have thought that the famous CEO Jared, standing under the sunlight representing justice and brightness, would harbor such darkness and sinister malice within him? To think he would throw the prenup I signed to keep my identity hidden to the wind just to destroy me. Was crippling.

"You are not fit to speak of her. Keep her name out of your mouth or else—" "Or else what?" I cut in, stepping closer. "What are you going to do, Anthony? Do I need to remind you both that you're under my mercy now? Trust me. I'll make her pay. And I'll make you pay. I won't stop until the world sees you for what you are. A traitor. A power-hungry coward." I ripped the ring from my finger and held it up for him to see. "This ring and those stupid documents are all that tie us together. But now I know what you both want, and you'll get it over my dead body."

“This vow is not just a promise. It is a binding seal. Should either of you betray the sacred trust, the consequences will unravel the very fabric of our world.” A cold wind swept through the hall, extinguishing the torches along the walls. Darkness pressed close, broken only by the flickering sigils beneath their feet. Elara swallowed hard. The weight of her choice pressed down with crushing certainty. “Are you certain?” the priestess asked, her gaze piercing. “Once spoken, there is no turning back.” Elara’s voice was steady, though her soul trembled. “I am certain.” Kael echoed, his voice low and fierce. “So am I.”

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

"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

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.

But I cling to the one thing I have left. Not pride. Not strength. Not wolf. Her. Her name. Her fire. Her crown. When she calls—whether with blade, with flame, or only with my name—I will crawl if I have to. Broken. Useless. Empty. It won’t matter. I failed her once. Never again. The whisper shakes, but it stands. My vow, scratched into stone. My promise, carved into ruin. “Never again.”

Dante said, his fingers splayed, “we close the loophole that let The Veil exist. We make the fight terminal. The world either ends with the old system, or it breaks.” I read the first clause aloud. We, sovereigns of the lineages present, bind our blood to a covenant. Should the covenant be broken by any party, the signer offers their life as toll. Let the ink take the name; let the blood take the debt. The language was beautiful in its cruelty. They drafted it with surgeons’ precision. They knew how to be elegant when they were naming the terms of annihilation. “You want us to hand over our lives to stop a machine,” I said. My voice didn’t betray the fear climbing my spine.

“Speak.” The priestess’s voice carried, strong and clear. “The Alpha’s mate shall be his downfall. Beneath the blood moon, she will betray him. One he loves will wear the crown of ruin.” A wave of gasps surged once again, but this time it was louder. My chest constricted. Betray him? Crown of ruin? All eyes cut to me. I would never do such a thing. “No...” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not... I can’t.... I won’t”

She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?" Jenny was crying. She refused to believe my words. Galen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. "Sabrina, you hate me, don't you?" I met his gaze calmly. "I hate you. I hate your betrayal. I hate that you destroyed my ability to save lives. But Galen, I am not someone who would let personal feelings override human life. I cannot cure your illness." His shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the doorframe. Then, he slowly walked away. However, he didn't go far before his body collapsed to the floo