Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Silence

Alessandro looked at Leonardo. Leonardo answered. “He ordered the deaths of everyone who knew about the ledger.” Zara felt a chill. “My mother.” “Not directly,” Leonardo said. “But he gave the order.” “Who carried it out?” Leonardo looked at her. “Leonardo.” Zara’s heart stopped. She looked at the man standing beside them. “You?” Leonardo’s face fell. “I was ordered to silence her.” “But you didn’t.” “No.” “What happened?” Leonardo’s voice cracked.

Whispers of the Moon The forest was too quiet. Even after she had spoken her oath beneath the silver glow, the silence hung heavily over everyone. Wolves who once stood proudly behind their Luna now avoided her gaze. Their ears were pinned low, and their hearts were torn between loyalty and fear. Reven remained still, his eyes locked on her as if searching for the truth within her soul. The oath she had taken was not just any vow; it was a binding one that extended beyond blood and into the essence of the moon. Everyone sensed it. The air felt charged, alive with something ancient and dangerous.

Cortez vows in silence, since he knew that the Knight Vows must be taken seriously no matter how the cost are. As the vow is a promise of protection till the day it dies. Sapphire smile, "then protect me at all times"

The quiet in me was no longer hollow — it was full of purpose, a polished blade. “Have your ceremony,” I whispered to the wind, to them. “Sing your pretty vows. I am coming to give you a silence you will never forget.”

The silver cord lay coiled neatly on the altar, waiting. Waiting to bind him. Waiting to erase me. The realization hit me with sudden, suffocating clarity. If Damon spoke those vows tomorrow, if he accepted the cord and sealed it before the Goddess, the bond I felt, however strained, however denied, would be forced into silence. Not faded, silenced. There was a difference. Fading was natural… it implied weakness, distance, mutual release but silence on the other hand was violent. It meant the ritual would override whatever truth lay beneath.

My gaze never wavered and not a speck of emotion betrayed itself. "Fine," he sighed. "I will do it. You have to promise that you won't kill me in an effort to silence me after." "Only if you swear an oath on the goddess you serve that everything we just discussed will remain a secret between me and you. No one else should or would learn of this. Until the day you die." "I swear on the Moon Goddess," he said with a sigh. "I will never divulge the details of our conversation today to anyone or anything, for any reason whatsoever."

Silent, she stares at me, guilt evident in her eyes. “The moment I vowed to stay by your side, I never wavered. Since I was younger, I’ve had all the people I love the most leave me so I admit there were times that made me question our feelings for each other but I never once thought of leaving you. We both have secrets we keep from each other but I never thought you’d use me in this way. I really wish you’d spoken to me about today. It would’ve definitely made a lot of things easier.” Letting out a defeated sigh, I move past her walking to the door.

“All those who wish to participate are required to make a vow of silence—to the God of Death, Naraksus.” The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling heavily upon us. “This vow can mean your life or death,” Princess Ladia added, emphasizing the gravity of the situation as if the mention of the God of Death wasn’t already enough to instil a sense of foreboding. “Those who do not wish to participate can leave this room now,” Adelaine continued a gleam of determination in her eyes.

I won't make the same mistakes again. I stepped back, avoiding his tears. "Connor, save it. You're crying too soon. "The reason I stopped speaking… is because I was born with a curse. Most of what I say comes true. To avoid hurting others, I chose to stay silent. "After Jamie died, I started speaking again. I want those responsible to pay the price. "Think carefully about what I've already said to you. "You should be worrying about yourself." His head snapped up. "What… did you say?"

One by one, they extended their hands over the cracked table, claws out, palms scarred with old marks of loyalty—but tonight, they carved new ones. The cloaked wolf produced a blade from within his cloak, its edge jagged, its metal dark as oil. He pressed it to his palm without flinching, blood welling instantly. “A vow of silence. A vow of teeth. Until the Alpha falls, we speak of nothing but blood.” The blade passed hand to hand, palm to palm, until every conspirator’s blood stained the stone. When the last cut was made, the cloaked wolf lifted his hand, crimson dripping, and whispered: