Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Ruin

And Elaria could see how they struck—wolves nodding, mutters of agreement, even some councilors shifting uneasily in their seats. Her stomach twisted. This was his true gift—not brute force, but poison, poured into ears until it tasted like truth. Rhovan paused, letting the silence swell. Then, softer, almost mournful, he said, “I do not bring this tribunal out of spite. I bring it out of duty. Because if we let this bond stand unchallenged, we condone what should never have been. We condone shadow. We condone chaos. We condone ruin.” He let the final word linger like rot on the air.

“No! His nature doesn’t define him. He begged for me, not for you. That’s what broke your mirror and opened this door. He’s more human than you’ll ever be.” The doppelganger smile twisted into fury. “Then let him prove it by burning his own vows.” The chains in the hall rattled loudly, dropping a torch of red flame into Vincent’s hands. The papers spun faster around them, whispering each vow in his voice. Camela's voice quivered as she urged him, “Burn them, Vincent. Please…burn them.” He stared at the fire, trembling as his golden eyes flickered red once more. “If I burn them…what if I end up burning myself with them?” he asked.

I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people. "You drowned in pain and alcohol, abandoning your duties as Alpha. In the name of all the lives lost because of you, I deliver justice." I inhaled deeply before enunciating, "Your wolf will be destroyed, and you will be banished from the pack. You shall never set foot in these lands again." Damian lowered his head, his voice hollow, echoing like a cry from the underworld. "I bear the weight of my crimes. I accept your judgment, Alpha Eva."

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

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.

“The moment you walked under my roof…” “The moment you signed those marriage papers… you were never leaving.” I felt my stomach tighten. “Y-You don’t get to decide that.” I took a step back as I felt my heart pounding. “If you run…” His gaze never left mine. “I’ll find you. I always do.” His voice was calm. Another step. Instinctively, I retreated again. His expression never changed. “Contract or not, we belong to each other.” The room fell silent. I searched his face. I wanted to find doubt or regret or even anything. There was nothing. He meant every word. Fuck. I’m doomed, aren’t I?

“You keep saving me. You keep touching me. Yet you still doubt me.” Kael looked up, their faces close. “Give me a reason not to doubt. Tell me the full truth about Varak. About the blood oath. About everything you are still hiding.” Riven’s expression tightened. Pain and conflict warred in his storm gray eyes. “The oath bound me to silence on certain things. Breaking it fully could cost more than my life. It could cost yours.” Kael’s hand pressed harder against the wound, not enough to hurt but enough to remind. “Then let it cost me. I am tired of half truths between us.”

"I will never give you a child," I whispered, placing my one hand over my stomach. "Perfect," my husband said. "I will never allow you to carry my child to full term. Never!" He had no idea I was already carrying his twins. For three years I have been the wife nobody knows about. I have knelt, apologized and swallowed everything they handed me, because the man I loved was cruel and the mother I begged for love gave it to someone else. Now I am carrying the one thing my husband swore he would never allow, and the people who should protect me are the ones feeding me poison. I only wanted one person to choose me. But by the time he finally does, I will be gone already.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”