A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

The firelight flickered across the room while silence wrapped around them again. Not awkward silence. Intimate silence. The kind shared only between two people who already understood each other without words. Then quietly..... very quietly..... Zevarion whispered against her forehead, “I don’t think I know how to let you go anymore.” The words settled directly into her heart. And for the first time...... Elyra realized she didn’t want him to let go either.

"I need... I'm calling because of the pact, Astance." The silence returned, colder this time. Five years ago, on a rain-slicked pier with our hearts in tatters, we had made a blood oath of silence. We had promised that we would never speak again, never cross paths, and never inhabit the same circles. We were a chemical reaction that had levelled a city, and for the safety of the world, we had to remain apart. But there had been one caveat, the Final Wish. A single, unbreakable favour that either could claim, no questions asked, before we vanished from each other’s lives forever.

She watches and waits to see what you do with what you are given. I look back at the woman on the bench and make my choice quietly. She shifts slightly, like her body knows it’s being observed even if her mind is elsewhere. Her breathing evens out by a fraction. I step closer at last, stopping where my presence will register without crowding her. She doesn’t recoil and that settles something I hadn’t named yet. Whoever comes for her will not announce themselves or negotiate, but only expect compliance, silence, and return, and they will not get it. I do not speak the vow aloud, since oaths spoken too early invite challenge, but it forms all the same, solid and irreversible.

And it’s alright. The restraint was its own kind of vow. It said: What I feel for you is too vast to be safe. So I will hold it here, between us, in silence. I will love you so fiercely that I will deny it a name, to keep it from becoming a weapon against you. Anton finally broke the gaze, looking down at his papers. His hand, holding the pen, trembled slightly. He set it down.

As my eyes adjusted, I slowly lowered my hand. I opened my mouth, but it was useless—I was mute. Stephen couldn't see my sign language in the dark, and I had no way to make him understand. I had tried before—filling pages with explanations, pouring my innocence onto paper. But he tore them apart, never reading a word. Again and again, he demanded to know why I hurt Phoebe. And again and again, I screamed silently in my heart that I didn't do it. It didn't matter. He didn't care if I was guilty or innocent. All he wanted was to punish me in Phoebe's name.

The cobra's wanted to see me so I had to pretend to be happy. I had to wear a gown because we were to renew our vows, none of his men were settled that day as I met the cobras. One of them, my children best friend named Violetta made way for me in secret as I dashed for the woods, that's the night we met"

Keeping a secret from her felt like holding a live grenade. “I won’t do anything that puts her in danger,” I said. “I know,” Marrow replied. “That’s why I’m asking for your silence, not her life.” Silence I could do. I’d been living in silence for a long time. “And if I say no?” “Then this conversation is over,” Marrow said simply. “And Gideon wins. Eventually.” He wasn't threatening me. He was just stating a fact. I closed my eyes for a second and let out a breath. I didn't even have to think about it. In my world, you didn't get the luxury of hesitating.

The entire room was silent and just filed with their breathing. Marcus spoke up first breaking the silence. “I’m going to bed.” “Night,” she whispered, voice shaky. He turned around without responding, moving as quick as his legs could take him. He enter the guest room, locked himself inside, stripped to boxers, and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. His cock strained against the fabric, leaking pre cum. He refused to touch it. “She’s right down the hall. One door away, do not do this.” He told himself repeatedly.

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”