Broken Vow Book Novels & Stories

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

"That’s better." I fisted his shirt, my breathing ragged. "Let me go," I whispered. His thumb brushed my lower lip. "No." And then— His mouth crashed against mine. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. It was punishment for running. It was a promise—that no matter how far I ran, no matter how much I fought him—Damien Volkov would always catch me. And deep down… I wasn’t sure if I wanted to escape. Damien’s POV

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

The walls pulse with their voices. Sigils flicker like they’re breathing. I repeat it. My voice doesn’t sound like mine anymore. One more line. Nyssa leans in close, her eyes endless frost. “Until the last dawn burns black, I am Forsworn.” The words leave my mouth. And the world breaks. The black flame explodes without heat. The chains on my wrists turn to dust. The cavern swallows all sound for a heartbeat— Then shoves it back with a roar that isn’t wind.

“You still have yourself. That’s more powerful than you think.” I wanted to believe her, but all I felt was emptiness. My chest tightened as I thought of Ethan’s smirk, the papers, his voice telling me I owned nothing. Nothing but the shame of being fooled. Clara squeezed my hands. “Listen to me, Evelyn. If he thinks you’re broken, he’s won. Don’t let him win.” Her words struck me like a spark in the darkness. I sat there, trembling, my bare feet cold against the wooden floor. My tears hadn’t dried, but in the middle of all the pain, something flickered inside me. Small. Fragile. But it was there.

And Olivia realized, he already knew what she had found. Olivia stands frozen in the doorway, Ethan’s eyes locked on hers, while the torn spell page in her pocket burns like fire against her skin. If she moves, he’ll see the papers. If she speaks, he’ll know everything. And somewhere, deep in the house, she hears a whisper that does not belong to either of them: “The vow must be broken in blood.”

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Without hesitation, he rips into Rowan’s body. I scream as Rowan’s blood splashes across the dirt, his final cry cut short when the guard’s claws tear through him. The air reeks of blood and betrayal. My legs give out, and I fall to my knees, clutching my chest as the pack watches. “Let this serve as a warning,” one elder says coldly. “Betrayal is death.” Draven’s voice comes next, deep and final. “Rhiannon of the Midnight Pack,” he says, his voice emotionless, “you are hereby banished. You no longer belong to this pack… or to me.”

“Tell them, hide it, run away, whatever we have to do. But I love you, Rose. Darkly. Completely. Irrevocably.” I smile into his chest, fingers tracing the ink over his heart that now has a tiny hidden rose no one else will ever notice. “I love you too, stepbrother,” I whisper. “Corrupt me always.” And I know he will. Every single day for the rest of our twisted, perfect lives.

I smiled and paused again, this time standing up and leaning on the wall. “Keep the line open,” I tasted my lips with a soft smirk. “I may need you again. Goodbye.” And with that, I ended the call and set the phone aside with a deep exhale and crashed on to the bed. The taste of victory was heavy on my tongue and I couldn't help but smile about it. “Only a few days of pretending. Playing the fragile, confused wife. And it’s already working. Damon froze my accounts. He filed for divorce. He took everything. But now… I’m back in.”