Alluring Secret Black Vow Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 6: Poisoned Vows The ceremonial hall of the Blackfang fortress glowed under strings of silver lanterns and the soft light of the waxing moon. Every loyal wolf in the pack stood in perfect formation, watching as Lucian Voss, the Ice King, led his mate down the aisle in a traditional black silk robe that barely concealed the fresh mating bites covering Riley’s neck and shoulders. Riley’s belly had the faintest swell already — barely noticeable to anyone else, but Lucian couldn’t stop touching it, his big hand splayed possessively over the silk every few steps.

Lyessa demands louder, pulling her friend forward. "Zafira... she went into the private upper den logs with a strange rogue male," Vaelira stutters, holding her breath as she sneaks a nervous, lustful glance at Vickon’s massive chest tracks. "Their pelts are... doing that filthy, unfaithful thing right now under your roof, Alpha Blackwynd." "Oh?" Vickon’s deep, velvet growl rumbles from his throat, a sudden weight filling the air that makes everyone's chest tighten like a tightening noose.

“DECLAN WESTWOOD IS ATTENDING A PRIVATE CHARITY BRUNCH THIS SUNDAY. THIS MIGHT BE THE PERFECT TIME TO STRIKE., VICTOR. I stared at the message for long, as my lips curled into a smile. It was indeed the perfect timing. I walked to the mirror across the room and I looked at myself. I looked good, in fact I always looked good but there was something in my eyes that hadn't been there before. It was hunger. And it was not just for power. It was for vengeance and I tapped on the glass with my knuckles. “Let us see how perfect you look cousin Declan when the world sees you for the fraud you are” I said softly. And when Isabella sees the cracks in your crown. Maybe then, she would remember who firs

Elena says slowly and inaudible. Owen is sitting at the wine bar with a wine glass in his hands and a bottle of whiskey. He ignores the girls and drinks excessively. He plans to drink to stupor over the capture of Blake. Owen is lost in thought but Chloe’s voice brings him back to reality. “I got your sextape!” Chloe raises her voice at Elena. Owen is surprised and turns to look at Chloe. “What sextape,you bitch!?” Elena yells. Chloe turns and looks at Owen,who is looking right back at her.

"The swearing of an oath is just a precautionary measure, to protect us, our families and packs. Plus, we don't know who might be working with the cursed vampire." "This must be a serious issue for alpha Blackwood to demand this from us. I believe none of us have anything to hide, so why don't we comply with her demands" Alpha Hayes muttered and carried on " I alpha Asher Hayes solemnly swear before the moon goddess to keep whatever we discussed here a secret until I'm told otherwise." When he was done, Alpha Grey also swore. Alpha Clement was the last to swear the oath of secrecy. I exhaled in relief.

But Lillian saw it. Aedric did too. Elaria stepped forward, a small dagger in her hands. “A simple cut. A few words. And the magic will tell us who harbors secrets.” No one spoke. Aedric’s voice was a blade. “Anyone who refuses the vow will be considered a traitor.” Lord Athren clenched his jaw. “You cannot mean—” “I do,” Aedric said coldly. Lillian watched as the nobles realized the trap had closed around them.

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

The Vow Lying naked in the center of the spiral, wrapped completely around one another, Serena spoke the words that sealed their hearts: “Tomorrow, when the ritual begins… I give myself to both of you completely. Body. Blood. Soul. No barriers. No hesitation.” Kael’s voice was thick with emotion. “I give you everything I am. My strength. My heart. My future.” Damien’s crimson eyes shone with rare vulnerability. “I give you my eternity. All of it.” The three of them sealed the vow with slow, lingering kisses — a promise of what was coming. Outside the chamber, the blood moon continued to rise.

Its weight felt significant, as though the rules inside weren’t just words on paper but a blueprint for a life she hadn’t yet imagined. “Rules,” he said simply, his voice calm, steady, and eerily confident. He leaned back slightly, watching her with that unreadable expression of his. Amara opened the folder and pulled out the sheet inside. The document was neatly typed, each point concise, clear, and non-negotiable. She read silently: 1. No real emotional attachment. 2. Public affection must look convincing. 3. No discussing the contract with anyone. 4. You will move into my residence.

the father’s voice rasped, “if you want him alive—choose the vow yourself.” Sable froze. Garrick’s eyes widened in delighted surprise. “So that’s him,” he murmured. “The hidden mate.” Lyra’s face turned to stone. “Silence.” Maeven’s voice snapped from the doorway, urgent and fierce. “He’s right. A vow is a lock. If you don’t choose the lock, it chooses you.” Sable’s chest tightened as the second heartbeat thudded faster, pushing up into her throat like it was climbing toward her mouth again.