Broken Vow Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

To the rule I broke before. Something sacred hums beneath my skin. Old. Untouched. The child’s eyes widened. “You can’t,” he whispers. “That rule is” “I know what it is,” I say softly. Kieran’s voice cracks. “Nova, please.” “I choose us,” I say. The bond screams. The pain spikes then shifts. Changes direction. “What did you do?” Kieran asks, voice shaking. I smile through tears. “I broke the rule that says love must pay in blood,” I say.

She gripped the edge of the basin, breath trembling as the truth began to gnaw at her. No. It cannot be. Not her. Not now. She sank to the floor, arms wrapping around herself as the memory of her promise came back—the one spoken in a whisper, desperate and sincere, to her mother and Alyssa on the night before everything unraveled. “I will never betray her. I will never take what is meant only for Alyssa. Adrian may be my husband on paper, but I will never… I will never go that far.” Tears burned her eyes. She had broken that vow, not once, but enough for this new life to stir inside her. A life she could not name. A life she must never admit to.

He then lifted my chin and kissed me lightly on the corner of my lips. "Trust me, Cara Mia. This is a win-win situation for both of us." I took a step back, picked up the passage contract, and hid my face in the shadows by the window so that he wouldn't be able to read my face. "Do you love me, Luca?" My voice was entirely devoid of emotion. Luca immediately swore, "Of course, Katerina! I swear on the honor of my Famiglia that I will only love you for the rest of my life!

A voice interrupted from behind him. Rio, his personal assistant, stood there with a deeply worried expression. He stepped closer, trying to stop his boss’s hand as Jackson reached for a second bottle of wine. “The wedding has already happened. Please stop drinking so much, sir. Tomorrow—” Hearing that warning, what remained of Jackson’s reason, already consumed by alcohol and jealousy, snapped. “Shut up!” Jackson barked, his eyes red and blazing with fury. Crash! Without thinking, Jackson hurled the half-full bottle of wine with all his strength. The bottle flew past Rio’s head, shot through the air, and shattered against the marble wall behind him. Dark red liquid streamed down the wall li

“Had to be what?” “Francesca… she got into a fight at the hotel. The cops came. I couldn’t just leave her there.” He collapsed into the chair across from me. “But next time. I swear. Next time…” I felt nothing. Sure enough. The one hundred and twelfth time. I just watched him. Then slid the notarized divorce agreement across the table. “There won’t be a next time. Our alliance and our marriage—both end here.”

Then, I walked to the window, and into the void, I chanted the vow I had rehearsed a thousand times in my heart, in the ancient tongue of the first vampires. The air began to thrum, unseen magic gathering between my lips. “I, Isolde, of House Volkov, do cast off the bond with Darius, of House Aleron.” “Blood to blood, soul to self. By my will, the covenant is broken. By my heart, the tie is severed.” As the final syllable fell, I felt the dull, pulling sensation in my chest snap. He was gone. Completely. I waited until dawn. Sitting at my desk, I took out the ancient bloodline registry.

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

Then he bowed his head not in submission, but in acknowledgment. When he lifted his face again, his expression was different. Not broken. Forged. His voice came out quiet, but it carried the kind of vow that did not require witnesses. Dain declared, "Betrayal has to crawl over my dead body first if it ever rises again." CHAPTER 193 – Tobias and the Last Archive