Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

A deep, low ache, placing her hand on it, she saw no past visions, instead, she felt a clear truth. The stone was tired. It had held the memory of the first oath for centuries. It had seen betrayal and now, it strained to hold the fragile new one Liora made. The ancient pact was bleeding, and their promises were too weak to heal it. “It’s failing,” she said, voice hollow in the dark. “The stone itself, our oaths are patches on a wound too deep.” “Then it’s over,” someone muttered, spirit broken. “No.” Liora stood, a desperate idea lighting inside her. “The first oath was broken by betrayal, it’s a wound still open. We can’t just make a new promise on top of it but we have to heal the origina

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

I gritted out. She regarded me for a while, then shrugged. “Did you think it's that easy to destroy?” I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?” “I may agree to break it, but will it?” She read the confusion in my eyes and smirked. “I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about it. The destruction of our vows is impossible. We did not just take an ordinary oath, dear. We took a dark oath, and it can't be broken. It's for eternity. Whether we both consent to it or not, there's no way out.”

I had created with a secret royal art when Damian and I were mated. On the surface, it looked like a simple set of mating vows. But it had hidden clauses, complex rules for betrayal. If Damian broke his vows—if he cheated, if he defiled our bond—he would lose all the power he’d gained from me. And I could reclaim everything I had ever given him. I bit my finger, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the scroll. "By my royal blood, I declare the Loyalty Pact broken," I intoned. "As of this moment, all boons are forfeit."

She struck his jaw, drove her knee into his ribs—but he barely flinched. Instead, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a tree. 4. The Blood Oath Breaks Across the realm, every alpha heir jerked awake. Something had cracked. A soul-tie had been snapped. Ava’s bond with the Trials had been broken. Lucien felt it first. Roared and tore through the stone doors of his chamber. Rowan collapsed, clutching his chest, gasping. Jax cried out, “Where is she?” Kael was already moving, cold eyes burning.

Seraphina screamed, and from the spiral’s edge, a new voice whispered up: “The vow has been broken.”

“If not for the sake of anyone but for me, be strong. I beg you” Olivia coughed out in pain, one final exhale of peace. “Maybe in the next world, we will be free”. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body relaxed. “Olivia?” Anna whispered, calling her gently. At first, Anna didn't move. Her fingers trembled as they lingered over Olivia's cooling skin, still hoping for a blink . But Olivia's chest no longer rose. Her hands had slipped limp from Anna's grasp. A strangled sound escaped Anna's throat. “No….No… Please Olivia wake up”. She pressed her forehead against Olivia's still one,sobbing fervently as waves of grief crashed into her. She cried so hard that her vision blurred, the edge

"No... this isn't how it appears..." Before she had the chance to complete her sentence, cold iron constricted around her wrists. The sensation of the silver cuffs pierced her skin, prompting her to hiss. "You are being arrested for conspiracy, stealing sacred pack assets, and betraying your mate bond," Officer Garret stated. The second officer positioned her arms behind her. "You will respond to this." Vivian directed her gaze toward Andrew, imploring. "Andrew, you know what I can do." "You are aware I would never..."

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

I thought about him signing those papers last night, distracted, already thinking about Francesca’s mouth. He never even read them. Because it never occurred to him that I would leave. For four years, I had swallowed every betrayal. Every humiliation. Every broken promise. He thought I would swallow forever. He was wrong. There wouldn’t be a next time.