A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

The god is turning our home into a minefield of revealed, minor betrayals. We are being picked apart by silence. We can’t fight it. You can’t punch a vacuum. But we can fill it. The idea comes to me in the night, a desperate spark. Its power is the silence itself. The unspoken thing. So we speak. We rob it. We declare a Day of Speaking. A voluntary confession. Not of the big thing. Never the big thing. But of every small, harmless, stupid secret we have. It starts at dawn. I stand in the center of the garden, my heart hammering against my ribs. The minor gods are gathered, curious. The Unspoken watches from its usual corner.

Alonso's pov I loosened my tie and settled back in the leather chair, the weight of the day pressing against the edges of my patience. The office was quiet now ,just the faint hum of the city beyond the window and the distant click of Miguel’s keyboard outside. I welcomed the silence. It gave me space to think, to control the chaos before it became a problem. Most would find the silence unsettling. I found it necessary. It allowed me to think clearly, to keep everything in line.

But the uncertainty in his eyes was unmistakable. Just as he finished speaking, a cold gust swept through the room, extinguishing every candle. They were plunged into darkness, and Sophia gripped Ethan’s arm as a sense of dread settled over them. In that silence, a voice echoed—soft, sorrowful, as if centuries of loneliness were poured into each word. "Complete the vow... and you will be free." They turned, but the room was empty. The voice had dissolved back into the silence as if it had never been there. Sophia's voice was barely a whisper. "The vow? What vow?"

Complete, total silence. "That silence," Hector said quietly, "is the answer." Another elder rose, slower this time, considering. "Perhaps Alpha Hector has a point," he said. "If the issue is simply the existence of the vow itself, the solution may be straightforward. Revoke it." "I would gladly accept that," Hector said immediately. "If revoking the vow protects our child and allows this realm to move forward, I have no objection whatsoever." The room began discussing logistics, voices overlapping, until one elder near the back spoke up, quieter than the rest, and the room gradually fell silent to hear him.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Silent. Burning.

Adrian Hollingsworth has spent his life maintaining the family's pristine image, but the merger of the Hollingsworth and Wexford empires brings him face-to-face with Theodore Wexford. As their parents' engagement party turns into a battlefield of old rivalries and explosive physical tension, Adrian finds himself drawn to the one man he is supposed to despise—his soon-to-be step-brother.

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

“And either way… she will belong to me.” The fire spat sparks into the silence, as if sealing the vow. ---