Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Ruin

He took her hand, fingers trembling with the weight of vows yet unspoken. The words exchanged beneath the arch were simple, stripped of ornament, as if all excess had been burned away by the fires of survival. The officiant spoke of union, of endurance, of storms weathered and horizons shared. But Savannah and Colton’s eyes spoke louder than any ritual. Colton’s voice was low, breaking in places. “Savannah… you are my ruin, my salvation, my only truth. From the first moment you shattered my world, I belonged to you—even when I fought it, even when I buried myself in shadows. I vow to guard you, to yield to you, to rise with you. I am yours. Always.”

Instead, he said quietly, “That man today he wasn’t Vesper muscle. He was a messenger.” “For who?” “For the ones who don’t miss,” Dante replied. “And they don’t warn unless they want something.” Isabelle wrapped her arms around herself, cold settling deep in her bones. “What do they want from me?” Dante stepped closer. “Control,” he said. “If they break you, they break me.” “And if they kill me?” His expression flickered something dark and dangerous slipping through. “Then I burn the world down.” The honesty of it terrified her.

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.

“But I swear, Adriana… I will bring fire back from these ruins. And when I do, they’ll all burn for what they’ve taken.” The wind tore through the silence, carrying his vow into the darkness. Behind him, a shadow moved—the faint outline of Adriana slipping away down the hall, unseen, her heart broken but her spirit far from crushed. Two vows had been made that night. One of ashes. One of fire. And both would shape the war to come.

More references appeared now that I knew what to search for. “The altered covenant.” “The incomplete circle.” “One love denied entry.” One line stopped me completely. “When the seventh is removed, balance bends toward ruin.” I swallowed hard. Ruin. The word seemed to linger inside my skull. I leaned back slowly, staring at the ceiling. Everything suddenly felt larger than revenge. Larger than betrayal. The curse itself had been broken long before I inherited it. Tampered with. Distorted. Something had gone terribly wrong years ago. And now I was living inside the consequences.

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would. I showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

The voice sounded again, but in my state of pain and confusion, it rattled around me, like a thousand booming voices that made up one massive entity. “A BLOOD OATH SWORN AND BETRAYED, A BLOOD CURSE LAYS CLAIM TO YOUR SOUL, YOU WILL FIND NO PROTECTION HERE. SEEK HE, THE DESTROYER, BOUND IN BLOOD. THE PRICE OF BETRAYAL IS DEATH, AND SO THE PRICE MUST BE PAID. NO COVEN MAY ACCEPT YOU; NO PACK MAY PROTECT YOU. PAY THE DEBT, OR SPEND ETERNITY IN REFLECTION.”

'Cause you and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us No, nothing can come between You and I, you and I My eyes clouded in tears as he slowly distanced himself and knelt on the ground. Oh, you and I Oh, you and I We can make it if we try You and I Oh, you and I. "Marry me again, Mrs.Castanio" he said and opened the red velvet box that he was holding. "Wow, the fucker is afraid so he made sure." I heard Xenoah said. Everyone around us laughed as Daevon scratched his head and gave his friend a 'fuck you' sign.