A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

Elena Whitmore did not swear to protect her sister by controlling the world around her. She swore to stand where truth would be most exposed. And in doing so, she accepted the risk that came with refusing to be managed into safety. The oath was not ceremonial. It was irrevocable. And it would change how the next phase of the war was fought. Because now, when the system reached for silence, it would find two women who had already decided that silence was no longer an option. And one of them had just sworn never to step aside.

Power flared in the bond, and every warrior in the hall dropped to their knees instinctively, their throats bared. “No one,” I said, my voice low but echoing through the chamber like thunder, “touches my mate and lives.” The vow burned through me, through the bond, through every wolf in earshot. The pack howled as one, their voices shaking the walls. And in the silence that followed, I whispered only for Ivy. “Hold on. I’m coming.”

Bleeding. SILENCE

With deliberate movements, he then positioned the burning card onto my bloodied palm, letting the flames dance on the melding elements. "Repeat after me, Vincenzo," he ordered. "May I burn in hell if I betray my friends and family," I vowed. "Now, in this silent code, you promise never to betray the family. Your loyalty is your strength, and silence is your shield. Swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family." I repeated, "Now, in this silent code, I promise never to betray the family. My loyalty is my strength, and silence is my shield. I swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family."

There was no hesitance or reluctance as Alexander immediately agreed. “Recite the oath of omertà.” Alexander turned to the crowd with confidence in his stature. “I vow to never, under any circumstances, apply for justice to the legal authorities and never to assist in detecting crimes committed against oneself or others. The right to avenge wrongs is reserved for the victims and their families. If I break this vow, may I be punished with death?” I let out a breathy exhale at the vow. This was the infamous code of silence that was punishable by death. To think that Alexander made this vow without fear.

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.

Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth. And at that moment— without realizing it— her tears fell. One drop. Then another. She did not wipe them away. Did not try to hide them. Because she knew— there was nothing left to save. Livia opened her mouth. But her voice was barely audible. Broken. Fragile. As if every word that came out was a betrayal of herself. “I… y-yes…” her voice nearly disappeared, “I do.” Silence. For a moment. Yet it felt so long.

“Come on, man. Stop hiding behind silence. You know we need to know what’s going on. If there’s a problem, we deal with it together. But we can’t do that if you won’t tell us what happened.” Damon shifted uncomfortably, not meeting their eyes. He wanted to tell them everything, to spill the truth, but the words felt like rocks in his throat. He couldn’t shake the feeling that telling them too much might tear them apart. Sophie and Ryan were important to him, and he didn’t want to jeopardize the fragile trust they shared. But he knew he couldn’t keep this secret forever. The betrayal was too big, and the consequences of hiding it were too dangerous.

They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

I felt like an alien in my own body. "But we can't do that if we stay silent, and let them do what they want with us. Let them take away, what little bit that we hold dear in our lives." "If we stay silent like sheep, we will end being a biryani." She says. I draw my eyebrows together in confusion. She seemed to have caught on to her mistake. "I mean, we can not be lambs to be sacrificed." She corrects herself. "But the final choice is yours." I lift my eyebrows at her. This had to have a catch.