Alluring Secret Black Vow Novels & Stories

When he finally pulls back, both of us are breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. “Do you remember that vow we did when we claimed you?” he murmurs, voice rough. “Yeah…” My pulse is roaring in my ears. “I will tell you a secret…” “Okay…” He leans in until his lips brush the shell of my ear, sending fresh sparks across my skin. “We bound our souls together…” A wicked, vulnerable smile curves his mouth. “Just know we hear your inner dirty thoughts.” My eyes widen. Heat floods my face—and lower. “Wait—*what*?” I squeak, half-laughing, half-mortified.

The shadow child opened both black eyes inside the cradle, and Maelor kicked inside Ashina as if the real child felt the vow awaken. The vow burned through my chest, not as punishment only but as a command I should have obeyed before any elder’s voice. I stepped toward Daciana. The moon stopped me. Not with a wall. With direction. My body turned halfway toward Otsana Blackmoon. Otsana stiffened beside Daciana, the gold mark blazing suddenly as if the vow had recognized her blood too. “No,” Adolphus said, and for the first time his voice cracked with genuine alarm.

He kissed her deeply again, a final, lingering kiss that promised a future that would never come. Aria watched him drive off, his car a sleek, black silhouette against the neon lights of the city. Her face, which had been a mask of soft, loving affection, now went completely still. The fake smile vanished, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. The gentleness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hard, glittering anger. The hard drive, a cold and foreign object, was a reminder of her true purpose, a purpose that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with a long-overdue revenge.

A vessel for their love, their lust, their desperate need to claim me. The world dissolved. There was only sensation. Caelum’s guttural groan as he hit the back of my throat. Elias’s whispered chant, a spell of pleasure that made my inner walls clench. Lucien’s cool hand stroked my spine as he began to move, his thrusts a counterpoint to Elias’s, a perfect, devastating rhythm that had me seeing stars.

Chapter 5: The Midnight Pact The wind at the top of the Valerius Spire was a howling beast, tugging at the 30-inch silk of Elena’s hair as she stepped onto the helipad. The city of Aethelgard stretched out beneath her like a map of glowing veins, but her eyes were fixed on the man leaning against the railing. Dante Blackwood looked like he belonged to the night. His coat fluttered in the gale, and the glowing tip of a cigar moved as he turned to face her.

Their interactions were fraught with unspoken threats, veiled accusations, and a simmering current of animosity. Volkan soon discovered she'd come clean to Alessandro, he watched her, his dark eyes assessing, evaluating, ever vigilant against her rebellion. He was surprised by her coming clean to Alessandro. He didn't expect her to come clean because he'd played her. He knew Charlotte didn't like being embarrassed or having he pride hurt.

“No secrets, no lies. If I’m going to marry you, I deserve to know exactly who you are—your past, your present, and your intentions. I won’t be a pawn in a game I don’t understand.” Adrian’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Fair enough. Honesty, then. Do we have a deal?” Sophia hesitated, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She thought of her father’s pleading eyes, her mother’s fragile health, and Liam’s bright future. Finally, she extended her hand. “We have a deal.” Adrian reached out, his grip firm yet surprisingly warm. “Welcome to Blackwood Manor, Mrs. Blackwood.”

Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match.

****************************** DAYS LATER. THE ROYAL HOUSE OF VEYLOR. The grand hall was filled with warmth and celebration as Zayn and Zentrakii stood opposite each other, about to take their vows. "Zayn Noir, do you take Zentrakii Blackstone as your mate and wife, to honor her, protect her, and stand beside her through every season of life, for as long as the Moon Goddess grants you breath?" "I do." The priestess turned to Zentrakii.

I wore the finished gown — flowing white silk that shimmered with silver threads, my white hair loose and glowing brighter than it ever had under the full moon’s light. He took my hands in his, eyes locked on mine as the Moon Goddess’s priestess performed the ancient rites. His voice was steady and full of emotion when he spoke his vows. “I, Lucian Blackthorn, Supreme Leader of the seven realms take Elara as my mate, my Luna, and my Queen. I claim her before the Goddess, before the seven realms, and before every soul present. She is mine, and I am hers. Forever.” Tears slipped down my cheeks as I spoke my own vows, voice trembling but clear.